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You can tell I'm hurtin no matter how hard I try to hide it,
the bags underneath my eyes always provide it,
the evidence that is needed to convince the court,
to pull hard on my strings less I roll off the fort.

Just one call, just 10 words,
enough to throw one stone, and knock out 4 birds,
a kicker stealthier then yellow flash right behind our backs,
while the whiplash and the mishaps all turn to attacks.

And the attacks turn to thumbtacks hitch hiking their way down the road,
since their life came off track their progression has been fatally slowed,
at first thought you would understand that the feelings that you have,
can combine with the patience and honesty yet her feelings are halve,
and you think just as long as the friendship stays afloat,
the life jackets will never need to be inflated from the rocking of the boat.