Brushed off, cast aside, left alone to rot and die.
Stepped on, beat down, used up as the courts clown.
Forgotten one, not worth the time, no one to even try.
Done with the shit, the endless games, only have myself to blame.
Want a servant, I will not be, found a greater belief in me.
Rise above it, I always will, my spirit you can never kill.
More than you, I have been, now you’re the one who’s damned.
Find that life, without me there, trust me this time you’ll care.
Good riddance, your endless war, tell me how it feels broken and weeping on the floor.
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