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It feels like i finally withstood something,

that stemmed from the seed known as nothing,

before i met you blushing i lived on,

so now without you around i'll live on,

thought i found my girl at one of my shows,

guess i was just wrong again though,

cause she showed me her best, tight waist big chest,

and i forgot the rest, it was match, game, set,

nothing to regret, just something never forgotten,

like the stench of milk when it's just past rotten,

holding on must be stoppin, throw it out please,

only then can you percept how the rest of the world sees,

stay blowing trees, but get an education,

eliminate your free time, then no more frustration,

no more aggravation, the station your mind will be,

can then, and only then, be able to handle another we.