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Stepped Aside Cause She Knew
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June 2012 Target wife beater color of suicide,
O F pink topped donut socks, old navy sweats make em hide,
pocket full of nothing, iPod on my side,
blunt in my mouth, pen moving with pride,
not like i haven't tried, if only i could see what i knew then,
some things i can't speak of, white towel she threw in,
done with the cuddles, puddles of screwin,
no one really knows fully what i'm doin,
only a few can really talk to me open,
in the beginning look at me like a pope and
you lost faith so in me you're hopin,
when really it's in you i am hopin,
the words you say, the way you feel,
are one in the same, can it be real?
hungry for some truth, are you an honest meal?
if so then you will never again like this feel.
