30.1.13

In love.
Out love.
In love.
Out love.
Who likes.
Tha push shove.
In love.
And out love.

The try.
The failure you become.
You try.
The failure you become.
It's high.
It's only what you have done.
The try.
And the failure you become.

I like.
My hand on my gun.
I like.
The hand on my gun.
You cry.
But you never give some.
I like.
The hand that's on my gun.

Chewing gum that burns my throat.
Burning thumbs that tell ya so.
Telling things ya never mean.
What a false spit that you hear from me .

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