i can't think straight
your making me sick
watching you
wasting my time
as you walk around
strutting and defining who you are
i should be the one who's
flying through life like wind
blowing every disgust to your face
make you wake
from the fantasy
of you living your life
procrastinating and hating
bitching and dissing
of being me
the one who brought you back
from begging for a tic-tac
into bliss
now you step on my head
oh, what a mistake
coz ill get you back
this is a fair warning
so you better stop
before i slit your throat
and make you bleed
so i repeat
you better stop
or ill do the deed.
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