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Jan 2015
Shuffle the *******' cards
I'm off so fast you don't even notice my blow
To your face--but thats fine because lets be real
You are real ******' headcase
Gotta rub and rub that down
Feel that sound, of the whining and dining
But we ain't got no money for it.

Some people say my heart is too heavy
And I just gotta wipe their messy make up off
Yell it in their face, maybe you don't really know me
And your ******* right I don't see you clearly
Because your humility is crowded by thorns
Lies, all the time, wind yourself down
Drink too early in the morning
But me and my girls, we are soarin'
And I wish I could ******' rap
Because life always seems like some awful trap
But don't yap, yap, yap at me
On the phone today, mom.


This isn't about you, or him, or it
But when it hits 4pm all I wanna do is sleep
But flash that camera all around
Don't text me if you ain't got nothing good to say, girl.

Face on a screen
Delirium until 4am
Lets tell stories that need to be told
As we bang our heads against walls
I would rather be the couple
No one pegged to be together at all.

I was surprised it hurt to hear his name the other day
As everyone started to whisper, throw it under the table
But I am ******' capable and able
Start over.


People test my temper
I get tired of being the leader
But sometimes ya gotta be a boss ******* *****
Question my intention
Because you just looking for attention
I avoid dialin' that number
It ain't you I'm after.

I've worked long and hard to contain the master
No dishes or scratches adorn this life anymore
But I laugh and am glad to be down with my past
Don't have time for people that weep over skeletons
Of men who simply don't look, don't mess with them


Spiked wings reach out, might hit you in the face a bit
So hop on
Or get left behind
With loss in your hands.
OnwardFlame
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OnwardFlame  Los Angeles, CA
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