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When I came the dynamics changed.
Shooting guns blown out of range,
36hrs later. Right hook to the fucking jaw, then a volley to the balls.
Two realisation wake up calls,
to remind you of how it all went to fucking pieces the 1st time, the 2nd time, even the mother fucking 33rd, reminding you, fucking making you physically spew your ringer.
Now that's a Motherfucking Humdinger,
Witnessing it all turn to dust. Just to be blown away.
My kids are who beats my heart,and they forever will,
Until I lose my mind again,/NO CHANCE.
Swallowing my bitterest pill.
Out of tender love,
she was the dream id wake up to,
I let her have my heart,
for persuading to fall in love,
It only tasted for a while.
Dynamics changed, we had been apart 3yrs.
Walls were closing in I was starting to feel the stinging coldness of being alone.
Tried to falling in love with the past, who was I trying to kid.
My son was beginning to wish me to go,
I threatened to stab his mother,
Falling in love with the the lies of the past.
Never...it cant be done.
Better off without me, back to dinners for 1
Shooting guns blown out of range,
36hrs later. Right hook to the fucking jaw, then a volley to the balls.
Two realisation wake up calls,
to remind you of how it all went to fucking pieces the 1st time, the 2nd time, even the mother fucking 33rd, reminding you, fucking making you physically spew your ringer.
Now that's a Motherfucking Humdinger,
Witnessing it all turn to dust. Just to be blown away.
My kids are who beats my heart,and they forever will,
Until I lose my mind again,/NO CHANCE.
Swallowing my bitterest pill.
Out of tender love,
she was the dream id wake up to,
I let her have my heart,
for persuading to fall in love,
It only tasted for a while.
Dynamics changed, we had been apart 3yrs.
Walls were closing in I was starting to feel the stinging coldness of being alone.
Tried to falling in love with the past, who was I trying to kid.
My son was beginning to wish me to go,
I threatened to stab his mother,
Falling in love with the the lies of the past.
Never...it cant be done.
Better off without me, back to dinners for 1
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