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Relate Why can't a same name mean they're in the same game on a different team with different tempos and an opposite scheme. I mean, we all can't get along, but damn what went wrong right after you said "I do," that shit didn't even make it past the morning "do." Now I'm split down the middle while favoring one side, even though it's easy to do when you screwed up an lied. Maybe if you'd try it once more, I mean come on, 3rd times never the charm, I'm so glad you backed off from that whore, but she still seems to do us both harm. There's no forthcoming attempt to be forthcoming in this wavering thing you call a "relationship" Maybe it's for the best, or maybe we'll never let our first altercation slip.

10 Hours Here I go again with a fast paced heart beat From a face that is such a treat, this whole story has so much meat That I can't even believe it so take a seat and don't listen Mainly because because the nitty-gritty will be gooey and shitty so ignore me while I fantasize of the perfect city where I can always figure out the intensities I guess I could make do with 8 hours, or is talking to her better than bringing flowers? I should stop taking advice from these cowards Maybe we can't be like Jack and Jill, fall off a hill and no more room in our hearts to fill, we play it by ear so let's all just fucking chill Maybe we will become lip locked or sight shocked, nervousness makes my mind blocked

Acceptance Now, if you take a moment and... Lay down while your hearts palpitating, lungs respirating, brains instigating Take one step at a time, a slow rhythm rhyme, fucked up shuffle like lemon-lime I can't believe they'd take it and make it into a "hey don't I know you?" kind of situation , with blistering cold perspiration with my witless preparation for some unexpected affection which you wreck from going the wrong direction after clear insinuation to a rightful place in my memory, even though you now end up temporary So give into the fact that you fucked up, your perfect bitch is a suck up who's really stuck up,

World Maybe if I'll just roll the dice and play the game, I'll roll a six and feel your pain with no gain cuz it's all the same, we expect variety so we're insane with constant results in a sense that we are the same brain, just fucking plain. May I now pronounce you hated and broke, you may break her heart, or maybe more, commitment and love is such a chore, this battered and beat up whore we know as repetition, and nothing more, with her money and playback she's out that damn door, this whole things such a bore(it needs more gore!) Sir you are right, so with delight, I'll keep your opinions in my sight so I may, out of spite, rip apart these two love birds, straight or dike, maybe it'd help if they'd scream at the mic, you'd hear some shit you wouldn't like So change should stay constant, with room to differ or deliver, so your continuing endeavor can stop wherever and whenever so get your stupid ideas out of my face, this is not the right time nor place to plan your cheating chase with knife in their back and kicks on the ground, but hey, It's how the world goes 'round