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Some people can't handle it Leaving your comfort zone straight to being depressed When your feelings get dismantled And all you feeling now is *** You no longer connect So you shoot her that "text", in the night, Like "I'm moving on to the next, I'm tired of the stress I wish you the best" And now she can't sleep, can't get her no rest Because you was her future, and now you just like the rest Then you tell her "be blessed" Now she calling you foul, here come two shots from the ref Turn into shots of patron Turn into drunken nights, she sleep in your sweater because it still reeks of cologne And now you're alone Because you're tired of the break ups, the make ups, and fake bluffs, when you make love Man I hate love It's like you go from a great love,  it hits you like a date drug Out of nowhere Now it's no air, because you're suffocating from fake love. Surrounded by females that say they want you and then proceed to give fake hugs Go from having ***** *** you get her wet, then you talk ***** so much dirt you can make mud But it's safe to say, **** LOVE, leave them feelings in the rubber Because now it's **** love until you fallen for another.
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Oct 14, 2015
Oct 14, 2015 at 10:10 AM UTC
The Break Up
Some people can't handle it Leaving your comfort zone straight to being depressed When your feelings get dismantled And all you feeling now is *** You no longer connect So you shoot her that "text", in the night, Like "I'm moving on to the next, I'm tired of the stress I wish you the best" And now she can't sleep, can't get her no rest Because you was her future, and now you just like the rest Then you tell her "be blessed" Now she calling you foul, here come two shots from the ref Turn into shots of patron Turn into drunken nights, she sleep in your sweater because it still reeks of cologne And now you're alone Because you're tired of the break ups, the make ups, and fake bluffs, when you make love Man I hate love It's like you go from a great love,  it hits you like a date drug Out of nowhere Now it's no air, because you're suffocating from fake love. Surrounded by females that say they want you and then proceed to give fake hugs Go from having ***** *** you get her wet, then you talk ***** so much dirt you can make mud But it's safe to say, **** LOVE, leave them feelings in the rubber Because now it's **** love until you fallen for another.
kirk-newman
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21/M/American
Oct 14, 2015
Oct 14, 2015 at 10:10 AM UTC
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