play your hand to the scene
you know their ins and they know your outs
you have their words down, the short hand lingo
the inside jokes that where never your memories
desiring loyalty to give and receive accepting the branding
loosing your melody
the demands now want to be your blood
wants to be your calender
wants to ink you into a fat red X
your done your finished your owned
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