The hand that begs the hand that steals
I see it in your eyes
you will be the death of me
you the hand that begs of me,
will be the hand that kills me
your eyes, the rove and wonder for more
despising the little I give you,
wanting the more I have.
Restless wandering thief
the heart of a murderer
you steal as I give
angry that I have
your skills I need
your presence I dont.
You of the hand that begs, the hand that steals
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