I'm aware of what it means,
To keep your tongue behind your teeth.
Believe me it gets bitten a lot,
When I'm forced to speak to you.
And yes, I do understand what it means,
To not take this and that so personally.
I always try my hardest,
When I'm caught listening to you.
And of course I know what it means,
To try and block out an unwanted face.
The only problem is,
I see yours every second I'm alive.
I guess there's only one solution then,
To keep myself from this misery.
You must die, and so should I,
I hope I won't see you in Heaven.
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