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She is so fucked up |
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And it freaks me out |
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She is so messed up |
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Always finds something to worry about |
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She cries on cue |
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Ain't that a sad thing to do? |
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She is so fucked up |
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She's a constant source of pain |
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Now I decide to fuck her further up |
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And flush my past down the drain |
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I'm on the edge from too much thinking |
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I'm on the verge of dying of too much drinking |
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I'm a poem with no rhyme |
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I'm a victim of a crime |
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I'm a writer with no pen |
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Desperately searching for ways to write again |
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Could someone please unlock my heart? |
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Cause I'm caught in a tragic spell |
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She's my favorite work of art |
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My own personal hell |
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She cries on cue |
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Ain't that a sad thing to do? |
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I'm a poem with no rhyme |
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I'm a victim of a crime |
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I'm a writer with no pen |
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Desperately searching for ways to write again |
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So she's seeing another man |
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I'm not lost; I just don't know who the hell I am |
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I'm on the edge from too much thinking |
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I'm on the verge of dying of too much drinking |
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I'm a poem with no rhyme |
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I'm a victim of a crime |
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I'm a writer with no pen |
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Desperately searching for ways to write again |
