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Part Two of the Fun Series...if you haven't read Part One, Half-Fast Fun, please do so! Thanks~ #JWE 

Constantly, I am trying…
Not to cry and die away inside…
Quit lying and replying
To my sighing that I can’t hide

Jealous of me? Why you mad at me?
Oh please…don’t even...
Sia gave me chance to dance…funny?
I’m a tease…saw you leaving…

I won’t grieve for your front door slamming…your shame spamming…
My thrills are priceless and you keep acting a pill
Let me breathe and unwind…sick of society's deceived programming
The piling bills on the table were left unpaid still

Stressed, hardly anywhere to go and no one knows
Release me from this rut with sympathy that shows

God tells me to start again…
Sins erased seven times seven…
Where have you wandered off to?
Have you gone astray too? Is that true?

That’s right…don’t be a hypocrite 
You make mistakes as well as me, we do choose
So, quit being mean with wicked wit
Bring up good topics without any further issues

I listen to music…yes, you heard me regardless like a beat so sick 
Music does, for real, heal…
A torn, forlorn soul and therapeutically provides fire to the wick 
Helps me to feel and deal

Don’t make me low when I am high
Because you are low and blue 
Be nice and so will I…and so will I…
Afraid and ashamed, who knew

Was pretty mad,
Now, I’m glad
Not sad
Not, not anymore
Sorry you and I were bad…
Sore – no, no more 
We had
Times so rad
Vanished like ad 

I listen to music…yes, you heard me regardless like a beat so sick 
Music does, for real, heal…
A torn, forlorn soul and therapeutically provides fire to the wick 
Helps me to feel and deal

This time, I'll eventually sleep away 
My problems tonight, I have to say
Don’t hurt me so like you done in success…
Or you’re next with future sadness that is of the abyss

Instead, I will repay you with forgiveness
I'll never hold grudges, forget it
Some people can act loveless and careless
Live with it and deal with it a bit

I listen to music…yes, you heard me regardless like a beat so sick 
Music does, for real, heal…
A torn, forlorn soul and therapeutically provides fire to the wick 
Helps me to feel and deal

Full-blast fun – for real…a filling meal
It’s hard to conceal it, so I will reveal…
Turn the wheel as you and I appeal
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