Have I cut my nose to spite my face?
Departed from some perfect place,
poisoned the wine that we share,
burnt the bread there is to spare?
Maybe I should have held my tongue,
should have watched my words,
stopped smoke infecting the lung.
I’ve spoken sins like song from birds.
Is it my fault for speaking my mind?
…To prevent myself from seeming blind?
If you act in anger, act in hate,
you’ll end up in this broken state.
I’ve cut my nose to spite my face.
do not ever act in haste.
Only bitter left to taste.
What an ending, what a waste
"IT'S THE BEST THING THAT YOU EVER HAD, THE BEST THING THAT YOU HAD HAS GONE AWAY"
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