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Don't read this
You come over
But you can't get my back
You say you're sure of your knowin'
And our love was always wack
You come over
And I feel the pain
I am ashamed and regretful the same
You come over
And I come inside
Not to be vulgar
But you beat me outta my pipe
Sweet songs still sing
When I'm rockin' hard
-and hearing you bring
These are such grave emotions
And I am still just bipolar-
or so you plead
Wasted time feels nice
Up untill the moment where I have to break some ice
I see the world without any glass
Its a big piece of *****that's still in my ass
Forcing grass into my face
Feeling nothing when I'm out during the day
Whoh! Did I just explain my name?
Dark man smelling dank,
tasting sour,
moving too fast for trains
Did I just bake
Cookies or cake?
Something blank?
That you can now fill in with all of the little things?
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