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Jan 2013
Yeah so *******….

Im tired of your space bound *******

alienate yourself or get a grip

I dont wanna hear your irrate comments

they pass by like comets

unnoticed and unmentioned

pushing harder for the dig

digging harder for that trigger

im not gunna flinch

cuz i got that vigor

You trying to get that dose of jealousy

but let me give you this dose of irony

Your dig’s like a rig

trying to pull me like a pully

im unattached

so when you pull as hard as you do

your gunna crash

in a flash, your smashed, patched and stuck with a past

Speaking of which, ive got a word for you too..

I think you owe me an apology.

This shift in your etymology,

has shifted my idealology.  

Chronologically,

that hasnt worked out well for me.

Spitting **** about philosophy..

questioning my theology.

pretending it was all for me…

Im not some experiment

to understand psychology…

Man, **** your methodology.
Written by
Cat Gempler
554
   ---, Sammie wells and Ellen Kanner
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