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Lousy days Most days Some days It gets old.  Ugly lies.  Assumption ties Your immaturity  Into a bow.  Two face  Your face Reminds me of a quarter.  Head down tails up You're nothing but a distorter.  Some days Most days I can put up With your face But lately Most days  It's just a sad disgrace.  Grow up Show up Teach your kid how to lie Teach your kid how to hide That second face they'll grow To despise.   But walk around Like you know How everything  Suppose to be.  Keep your head high And keep your maturity low Because those who can see  Through your insecurities  Knows just how far Your fall will go.
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Sep 17, 2012
Sep 17, 2012 at 5:39 PM UTC
Immaturity
Lousy days Most days Some days It gets old.  Ugly lies.  Assumption ties Your immaturity  Into a bow.  Two face  Your face Reminds me of a quarter.  Head down tails up You're nothing but a distorter.  Some days Most days I can put up With your face But lately Most days  It's just a sad disgrace.  Grow up Show up Teach your kid how to lie Teach your kid how to hide That second face they'll grow To despise.   But walk around Like you know How everything  Suppose to be.  Keep your head high And keep your maturity low Because those who can see  Through your insecurities  Knows just how far Your fall will go.
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Sep 17, 2012
Sep 17, 2012 at 5:39 PM UTC
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