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Frown Upon Me

They said to me, you may not want to hear this
But you have a problem
Beer bottles and smells of piss
Fallow in this home

I bring my head to my mouth, cover my eyes with my finger
In a way things are going sour, we’ll promise to not linger
Look at the things we bought, with money to spare
All things turn to this hour, everyone’s is scared

I look at myself in the mirror you broke
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