The Facts
Some say I write my best pieces when my hearts in distress, my life is a mess, lets put it to the test, and see does this compete with the rest?
I been loved, dissed, had my heart dismissed, been fucked and been kissed, cupids arrow did miss, I can keep adding to this list
Giving my heart like a slice, wasn't good enough to make you wife, not enough to keep you in my life,
squeezed love out like a vice, killed so bad I died twice.
I'd prefer to be true, show you I love you, never leave you blue, or feeling run through. Doing what I have to, what others never did do.
Lost love that's the start, cant find that love spark, how many times can a heart see the dark, until that's all that it wants
Loved having love, but it never loved me, not loving enough to be with me, loved missed me clearly, damn a moment of clarity
I guess they were right the masses, I'm fucking great with writing, when I'm on that kiss my ass shit, but I'd rather write about loving your ass
shit...
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