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May 2012 If i walk down the street, and see a face,
that reminds me of an old familiar place,
i pull out my case and take off my glasses,
until that memory face passes,
yet when she's gone never is the memory,
see her in every girls face, it's endless to me,
the amount of enemies you gain by being content,
makes you realize everyone's real intent,
i'm way too spent, like a dollar bill at a dollar store,
or a door knob on a thrift stores door,
what's more, how much you don't agree,
or how little you actually care for me?
don't sit there and pretend to be,
anything short of a destructive enemy,
if only you were next to me and not in Massa,
a happy day wouldn't be something to ask for.
