dont ask me if i am doin fine
dont ask me if i mind
i cant even stand lookin into your eyes
how many it seen, the cries
dont want to be the next one
knowin you is close to knowin none
dont want to be decieved
you make sweetness venomed
your words are so free
why upon them, upon me
i hate your guts
the whole mind it shuts
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