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TurnAbout

I still feel the pain tighten
in my ankle when I turn the wrong way
and the pulling numbness in my wrist
from where we fought that day

way back four years ago
in one of your alcoholic jaunts
still today the cracking sound
and the scream ever haunts

The cops were called
and you went to jail
but as I knew they would
let you out on bail

and you did the same thing
to your next lovergirl
what is it that possess you
to live in that kind of world?

Now you are broken
torn and ripped at the spine
and if you wanted any words of pity
you'd surely not want mine

The physical part heals to a point
but the emotional will always devistate
you get what you give
and it's five years too late.