I Know You’re There


He walked through the halls and gave him a wink.
That poor fuggin kid, instead of me.
What right do you have? That power you hold.
When is your break, your time to fold?
Remember that woman? Remember her face?
She couldn't see you, but you took her away.
I'm not an asshole, I won't ask for help.
I see Heaven from here, I ain't worried about Hell.
I get that you see me, I get you're here.
You're the man we all meet, the last voice we hear.
Days and nights past, when you came for me.
But my dear death, I'll take it from here.

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