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so sick of it!
I only have a temper when needed
I only give up when I am pleaded
I'm not scared of a single thing
bring it all bring everything
I'm so sick of your hateful words
your mouth is full of **** or maybe it's curds
you talk so big and bad
but not to my face- you are so sad
you put a protection order on me
for pulling in your driveway-oh whoopee!
I'm not asking to tangle or fight
I want this crap gone
let's just make it right
Just talk to me and you will see
I'm not this person that you tell everybody
If you have the guts to put it all away
give it a chance we could talk some day

By lefty

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