Who held your hair back,
at your all time low,
and when there was a problem
-where did you go?
Where are you now,
when my hair is in my face,
and I spew blood
in the ditch you helped me dig?
Whose jacket did you wear in the cold,
and whose secrets were you told,
but whose the one you love?
Who used, and who abused,
and who protected you from the wind,
when you were afraid of being blown away
I'll shave my head,
button my coat,
and wipe my mouth,
float on if you want
I intend to stay
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