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If i never decided to vent out all my frustration,
all my hate, love, anger, happiness and temptation,
i'd be a dead Caucasian facin dirt rather than hurt,
seein her face introduces a heart beat beneath my shirt,

if there's one thing i'd insert it'd be attraction for me,
cause i saw it once but now i'm begging like the poorly,
take the money i get from Charlie and ask if there could,
be anything that'd take the bad mood and change it to good,

it's not like i should, why do i give you girlfriend treatment?
and stick to your side like you used a secret adhesion,
upon your completion why didn't you bother to say,
that the look in your eyes could change in a day?

what game do you play? i've never felt taken over,
cause for everything i do you're my living four leaf clover,
so i can't stay sober more than an hour with you,
without starting to completely miss you.