Today they say write about comfort
But what do you do when all that should comfort you are set on destroying you?
They say they love you
Yet, are the greatest source of your pain
They smile most vile in the sun
In the rain
They make every aspect of your life pain
To them, your comfort is nothing but a game
But when they need you
They call all the same
When they want the comfort of shirking blame
They siphon your soul
They will never understand the toll
They place on your mind
Always shivering when others are kind
There is no comfort, when you can never unwind
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