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Not seen you tick for a while,
diagnosed with Tourettes when you were nine, liar.
Asked me about my locks,
told me you liked a girl with spice.
Put the key in and twisted it,
turns out it was a knife.
Left me bleeding on your dick,
fighting for my life.
Choke me on your vape break,
and kiss me under the smoke.
Pause my emotionally unstable.
Turns out beauty is in the eye of the guy addicted to coke.
For all the times I never spoke
my tongue was kind,
I never said.
It's too late now,
mama is cold, stiff, dead.
diagnosed with Tourettes when you were nine, liar.
Asked me about my locks,
told me you liked a girl with spice.
Put the key in and twisted it,
turns out it was a knife.
Left me bleeding on your dick,
fighting for my life.
Choke me on your vape break,
and kiss me under the smoke.
Pause my emotionally unstable.
Turns out beauty is in the eye of the guy addicted to coke.
For all the times I never spoke
my tongue was kind,
I never said.
It's too late now,
mama is cold, stiff, dead.
Published 24th May 2023
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