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Life's punching bag
Your the thing i use to love more than me,
and when we talked everything you said i quickly believed so easily pleased,
focused on love and my eyes you deceived,
Medusa'd me turning my heart quickly to stone,
breaking down what i thought was a happy home,
leaving me cold thermometers broken and froze,
attracted to what i believed hurt by what was unknown,
A moth to a flame,
A fucking crackhead to cocaine,
And it was as deadly as taking it straight to my veins,
Or stabbing my brain,
Jumping in-front of a runaway train,
seeking pain for pleasure i guess im truly insane,
Yet some people call me a genius for these lyrics i write,
but these words cause insomnia i can't sleep at night,
and my heart is a paraplegic its not sitting right,
I need a gastric-bypass i can't digest all these lies,
So now im vomiting,
and these lyrics are the truth
I wanna take a baseball bat and swing like im Babe Ruth
and on impact i wanna knock out more than a tooth,
I know my words are uncouth but im tired of abuse been taking damage so long i no longer bruise,
Life's punching bag that grew arms and punched back,
delivering an unexpected knockout call me Marquez. - Devonte Mack
