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Trust me I don't want no attraction
interest is what I yearn whilst infliction
Is there any left?
You like this reality fiction
I'm sorry to tell you that's just a friction
No I didn't lie that's really a part behind the complication
But this ain't no bb the deal is ammunition
Why doest it feel so good when I know its just a prison
only thing I can see and thus I believe in
But now I think it's time
It's the end
I won't yell inside
I got get up out of here
I see my time with imagination there
Maybe its not fair
But I know no one care
Love drought thus not enough to share
Painful alone so its hard to bare another
But me I choose to dare
In my own name I will write this date
Will I walk out? yes if its fate
I think I'm waring off this hate
Too tacky too dirty for my taste
But now I know I'm beyond what I felt
Deeper than how it went
I've been my own vent
I had many tents under my tiny tent
But I can't
I mean I won't
Take it anymore
I'm better than this
I only need I to care for
And I to be sure
I need to unlearn and restore
This is that I was chosen kinda thing
That new I choose to be chosen kinda thing
