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November 2010 How could a kid not made out of love,
expect to find true love when what was his prime example was a fake,
how could I hold your hand without bothering to wear a glove,
I should have hoped for nothing but frostbite, when love is as cold as ice that is whats at stake.
How could I have trusted you with cleaning my vomit covered socks,
when all along it was a childhood crush that was overrated,
how could I have left so much in my cargo in your docks,
pain throws my knees to touch the ground as my life has abated.
How could damaged goods be good enough for the nation,
no organization will allow me to serve under my flag,
how could gentlemen not expect a trace of me not facin,
I lose myself in the roll as the light leads to a drag.
How could a liar be honest even about his own life,
when his hand was coincidentally cut off before it could touch the good lords book,
how could my life be all that I waste during a sife,
when soda, my room and my money is all that it took.
