Rock, Paper, Scissor
Need to do something constructive so I don't fall to my doom.
Rock, paper, scissor (before I go a howlin' at the moon)
Rock for the times when life's really on a roll
Emotion into rhythm, stabbing, bleeding from a soul
Paper holding the weight of what I'm throwing out from my pen
I carry words around until they escape from me again
Scissor sharp skills can cut the f#ck out of a rug
But life's not a dance unless addicted like a drug.
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