Everything goes right through
Though the amount to wonder, to misunderstand, is all but misconstrued
A fight, a struggle, the start of a feud
All from a comment not meant to be rude
This moment did last a while
The memory of what happened is locked in a cranial file
A spewing concern blasphemed from this brain of bile
The ******** keeps coming in a never ending pile
What did this scream?
These lies are a figment, small parts of a dream
I hear your words and it’s not what it seems
I know you all too well; you’re just a ******* fiend
I stuck out and put it on the line
You don’t give a **** it’s not worth your time
Lie some more and tell me its fine
But I know the truth and you think I’m ******* blind
The call is yours and the one that’s made *****
You can only ride so long on your train of luck
When the horse gets burned it will start to buck
But like I said you don’t give a ****
Feb 26, 2014
Feb 26, 2014 at 10:25 PM UTC
Everything goes right through
Though the amount to wonder, to misunderstand, is all but misconstrued
A fight, a struggle, the start of a feud
All from a comment not meant to be rude
This moment did last a while
The memory of what happened is locked in a cranial file
A spewing concern blasphemed from this brain of bile
The ******** keeps coming in a never ending pile
What did this scream?
These lies are a figment, small parts of a dream
I hear your words and it’s not what it seems
I know you all too well; you’re just a ******* fiend
I stuck out and put it on the line
You don’t give a **** it’s not worth your time
Lie some more and tell me its fine
But I know the truth and you think I’m ******* blind
The call is yours and the one that’s made *****
You can only ride so long on your train of luck
When the horse gets burned it will start to buck
But like I said you don’t give a ****
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