Mercer from Old News by Problem Dog

I wish I knew you, I wish I could
Love you like I was told I should
But I still bear these crosses that you said you'd take away
The weight of which drags me down like a ship sinking a sea

I was told that I was loved since I was a little boy
The stories they composed,
So beautiful yet so cold,
Were nothing more than unfulfilled desires, dead joy
Forced into my mind,
Programmed while I sleep at night.

Show me the way out of this cave.
It's filled with a stench I can't erase.

So tell me that story once again,
The one where you loved me 'til it ends
And every word grips me more each time than it did before
Leaving me hopeless, begging for truth in folklore

As far as i remember, I've never failed to disappoint
They were never pleased with me!
Why should they be?
And as I search for an answer, I've learned which direction to point
To find the culprit.
The whole time they were it.

Show me the way out of this cave.
It's filled with a stench I can't erase.

Show me the way out of this cave.
It's filled with a stench I can't erase.

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