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Would it upset you if the one goal that I could see toIs to beat you? Impress you?I've had it planned, and the first step required me to stopBeing a hand on your watcha thin black limb ripped offI haven't told you about the past 5 years of my life, have I?I can only tell you through lyrical cluesYou tell me yours through passive Post-Its on my doorAnd when you sleepwalk and snorePaternal matadorI made you somethingI made you something that fitsI made you one thingI made you one thing, this is itI can't relive those frustrated moments in the basementBegging me to get pissed; to raise my little fistsAnd leave a trail of fallen football players in my wakeI was 12 thenFresh from 11I can't explain how surprised I was to see where you workFar from heroic, rife with "Somebody's gotta do it" cicatrixYou were living out of boxes and emotional bottlesAnd nobody there caredMatching monitor glaresLetras de cancionesI made you somethingI made you something that fitsI made you one thingI made you one thing, this is itI hope you wear it on the sleeve of your shadowtime suitI hope you wear it on the sleeve of your shadowtime suitIf not, then this:I was 15I felt 6And you were just my heightIt was coldIt was nude coldAnd you spoke like you were typing while talkingMy mouth filled with snowI wept on my mother's pillowAnd I vowed:"I do not get madI do not get madI do not get madI do not get angry, angryI do not get madI do not get madI get even, get evenI get even, get evenI get even, get even, get even"I made you somethingI made you something that fitsI made you one thingI made you one thing, this is itI hope you wear it on the sleeve of your shadowtime suitI hope you wear it on the sleeve of your shadowtime suitI love you regardless From Letras Mania