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December 2010 Sometimes i wonder why i ever signed with a demon,
i'm sleepin, but honestly who would call this dreamin,
i'm yellin, but honestly who could call this screamin,
you're the flame under the pot that has my water steamin.
Sometimes i wish i could've been better than this,
i'm happy but honestly who would call this bliss,
it's all about the downfalls and the over thought of kiss,
when push is involved with alcohol it's hard to ever resist.
At least i managed to gain back my balls,
have a ceiling hanging overhead but who could find my walls,
my dad decided to never warn me about the falls,
one thing i knew would never come from you was the calls.
Simple thought racing through my mind,
i already found you but honestly who would call you a find,
instead i was shocked into a drop,
you ran from me like you just saw a cop.
