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Rough feelings.
When the rough becomes too tough.
Then everything goes from push to shove..
What is love? A flower that is continuously sprouting or maybe a precious dove.
When your love turns into lust..
Having sex without your glove.
Give, puff, puff.
Giving your pillow a fluff.
Society is the pie, you are the crust.
Without dreams, it's like a painter without his brush.
Dreams get crushed, then you start to not give a f*ck.
It's dawn, I mean dusk.
Go do something, don't just sit there and start to dust.
Bad parents, all they do is cuss.
You need an outlet, talk to your friend, how about us?
You got a counselor, but what is there to discuss?
We lost something with great importance every day: trust.
Don't rush.
Find yourself in the back of a cop car with some handcuffs.
Life; sticky difficult matter, what is this stuff?
Confusing huh?
that's life for you... that's what it does.
