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Look away Ever the pensive child Clever without the guile And you can't seem to sit still Shook the fate Never you've been so wild Sever the inner child Let the waves wash over 'til It gets better It'll get better He will get better But not just yet Can't complain Don't come across as rude Won't change his attitude And he can't think of a rhyme Dance in rain Lonely, this kind of mood Bone won't always show through And he's waiting for the times It gets better It'll get better He will get better But not just yet You always wanted what I have now You call days bad if they don't pan out You never wanted any more Than you could take while on the floor If death comes first then we'll make merry Lie in bed, my adversary Love you when you close the door You never wanted any more Carry on What you've now grown used to Cut on your brow, just pull through When you first laid eyes on him Buried, gone But this is how you don't choose **** all the vows made too Bent over backwards on a whim It gets better It'll get better He will get better But not just yet You always wanted what I have now You call days bad if they don't pan out You never wanted any more Than you could take while on the floor French death comes first then we'll make merry Lie in bed, my adversary Love you when you close the door I never wanted any more
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Nov 22, 2025
Nov 22, 2025 at 7:50 PM UTC
How to Settle for Exquisite pain
Look away Ever the pensive child Clever without the guile And you can't seem to sit still Shook the fate Never you've been so wild Sever the inner child Let the waves wash over 'til It gets better It'll get better He will get better But not just yet Can't complain Don't come across as rude Won't change his attitude And he can't think of a rhyme Dance in rain Lonely, this kind of mood Bone won't always show through And he's waiting for the times It gets better It'll get better He will get better But not just yet You always wanted what I have now You call days bad if they don't pan out You never wanted any more Than you could take while on the floor If death comes first then we'll make merry Lie in bed, my adversary Love you when you close the door You never wanted any more Carry on What you've now grown used to Cut on your brow, just pull through When you first laid eyes on him Buried, gone But this is how you don't choose **** all the vows made too Bent over backwards on a whim It gets better It'll get better He will get better But not just yet You always wanted what I have now You call days bad if they don't pan out You never wanted any more Than you could take while on the floor French death comes first then we'll make merry Lie in bed, my adversary Love you when you close the door I never wanted any more
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Nov 22, 2025
Nov 22, 2025 at 7:50 PM UTC
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