Love is just a word
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That is stepped upon
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Complications, to many
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Less fortunate one
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Turn around lies
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At a young age
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Smiling, telling lies
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Bittersweet rage
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Behind closed doors
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A whore amongst whores
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Try to be a true man
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Stagnated moral code
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Submission beyond
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Last temptation
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This gift of love
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Transcends into sin
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A child or man
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Cold heart in hand
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Grow through it
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Drastic changes
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She wanted to be mine
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But she lost her mind
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This bitter taste of remorse
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This love, a lost cause
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Sworn to freeze over with cold emotion
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Drowning her lips with an untold sort o kiss
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A non-temperamental manner to induce this self hate
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Too many days pass as you flirt
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The stab holes are too many
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Not enough to kill, should have made sure
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I've seen them slit their wrists in a coward's fashion
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Don't attempt, fulfill the after regret
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Your hate is weak, weakening your ambition
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Take your own life
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Feeling like someone pushed you to the end of a line
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Not a desire inside of you
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God damn this feeling, this love is growing more
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Got to reject it, can't neglect it
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An unforgiving touch that led to years of stress
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Cut with the knife of pleasure and pain
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One week of peace with your love
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One week of silence for your lust
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Lost in indulgence within a general frame
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Boy kicks girl...setting a lifetimes trade
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An unearthly weakness to override a quest
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She swore, she wouldn't tell
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These condescending words mean nothing
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She said she wouldn't lie
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This search for stability through a mental strain
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Cost of loss thru suffering
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Take an overdose of the quitters' game
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Hating this feeling
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To drunk...another drink
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Wash away the trouble
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Take away the pain
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Lack of sleep
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Chest tight Damn that loss
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Punishment of a third degree
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Believing she was real
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Buying her lust Tying her arms in the most uncompromising manner
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She wants more, she begs for more
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Taste this love of shameful literature
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A burden for the level of second hand stress
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A childhood picture coming to life
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These long-winded guilt trips are such an obsolete breath of life
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Got to bleed this contamination out of my soul
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A sense of uneasiness with to much kindness
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Somewhere in thee apologies the devil lurks
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She Cheated On You Twice
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| Soilent Green |
