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Bruised Goods
Broken battered beaten bruised
This was the done by the hands of my muse.
Shatter my pride if you dare
Take my love for granted, you ain't playing fair.
Violate my will to let go
Yes please do whatever you can to diminish my ego.
Yes continue to break me down like an Rubik cube.
There's nothing that can hold us together like lube.
My mind say your the only one who can hold me down.
But my heart says you no I can't allow you to keep playing me like a clown.
My eyes search for you to ride for me like a trusty steed.
But my ears hear my momma say be careful and take heed.
Murdered, mamed, mutilated, manipulated
Those are the things that I hope someone does to you.
Pay back for all the lies that you mixed with the truth.
Pay back for all the silly games you put me through.
Just pay back for leaving my broken heart scarred without a clue.
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