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Jun 2012
If looks could ****,
then baby I'd **** you first
I'd shoot you down
and make you bleed
because I hate you,
with everything I am
with every shaking little piece of my body

You seem to think,
that you are made from something great
that your opinion,
is the only opinion
and that your story,
is the only one to be told

But I can see through clouds
I have the gift
and I can lift the veil
I'm not blinded by my ignorance
Instead I learn from it

You've got power now, baby
but it will quickly fade
believe me true
I control the tide
and the waves
and the rain
I'll put out your fire

I'm sorry baby,
to break the news
that one day the sun will burn out
the sky will turn angry
and the lions will roar
that's when I'll take over
that's when my soul will soar.
Liz Devine
Written by
Liz Devine  Brooklyn
(Brooklyn)   
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   JA Doetsch
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