Palm Trees in Moscow - Compassion Fatigue

You struggle with your fingerprints but
I know who you are and
We saw what you did
Entitled marks you burn off your skin
Swore you'd never watch that show again
I don't know if I can say it
Because you're licking your chops like
I'm something to eat
I'd love to come out and say it
I'd rather live on my feet than
Crawl and die on my knees
Come to my arms
Take what you need
Your self-inflicted tears are drowning me
Compassion Fatigue
We can box or we can throw rocks here
We can box or we can throw rocks, how's that sound?
You were born rotten with the best of them
I've been through most of it and
How were you supposed to know?
Influenced by your tunnel vision
Applauded by your basic friends
Their lips and words so precious
Enamored with suicidal trends
Add me to your collection
Come to my arms
Take what you need
This moral fortitude is smothering
Compassion Fatigue
Come to my arms
Take what you need
The way you frame yourself is
Setting me free
Compassion Fatigue

Written by:
Jeffrey Frantz

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