Stop your slinking to a stoop and your feel sad,
Cut it out.
As you anger and your anguished angst amplifies,
Cut it out.
Fight the ferocious fiery feelings of frustration,
Cut it out.
Push through the pounding pain,
Cut it out.
Take time to tinker with the throbbing troubles,
Cut it out.
Finally, finding all fixes are listed lazy and lost on you,
hindsight hinting your heart's helpless,
there is one thing you can do to help that heart.
Cut it out
Apr 11, 2015
Apr 11, 2015 at 12:28 AM UTC
Stop your slinking to a stoop and your feel sad,
Cut it out.
As you anger and your anguished angst amplifies,
Cut it out.
Fight the ferocious fiery feelings of frustration,
Cut it out.
Push through the pounding pain,
Cut it out.
Take time to tinker with the throbbing troubles,
Cut it out.
Finally, finding all fixes are listed lazy and lost on you,
hindsight hinting your heart's helpless,
there is one thing you can do to help that heart.
Cut it out
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