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Sometimes i wanna give up, maybe i still might,

why do i allow myself to even still write?

won't again pick up a mic or go to a free show,

cause i refuse to remember the girl i used to know,

on both hands i have my pick, each could speak

more beautifully then before, and each was more unique,

the last few keep me weak, afraid of ever trying,

so i make up some excuse for our flame to be dying,

push away any girl who show interest,

cause of you i think no one is into this,

take my confidence and never return it,

tape it on paer, light it and burn it,

maybe i put up with this stress cause i know,

life works in strange way but always shows

a bit of what's owed, or karma reverts it,

takes away a bit of what's perfect.