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I'm supposed to be the dutiful one
Un-argumentative and full of docility
Yet I am the one with dreams of bloodshed
There is no love left; 'tis lost

Hone my blade of anger
It cuts to the bone
Lash out with the tongue
Because words wound deeper than steel

My knees will not bow in servitude
My backbone screams, "I will not be used!"
So cut me and you, too, shall bleed
You made it clear, it is me you do not need

Standing at the foot of the cliff
My back against the ledge
It will not be me, no sir,
But you falling over the edge