got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one
prob'ly mostly due to how my momma raised her son
could never call this girl that after all she's done
pushed her out my heart but still breathe her into lungs
she's still close
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don't find me apt? fine, just call me ad-hoc
they say protect your neck, i got myself a padlock
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beats himself up so often that he's got numb fists
but dying alone doesn't seem quite as scary as it once did
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a slave to her silhouette, can't believe the new one matches
life is just a cycle, he holds himself together with patches
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there in that moment he can feel her shift away
watches as the cracks form and in slips decay
the words now are hollow something she's been tricked to say
what once came up gold now only sifts as grey
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ever since the dawn of days he's been afraid to lead
it's not a magic trick, got a white flag up his sleeve
posted by adam @ 2:35 AM
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