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Cross your legs,
look at me,
If I treated you like you,
Treated me,
you'll say, I wouldn't say ,
We'll see which will it be,which will it be,
if you had no one ,
and your heart was burned and hide from me,
I just lite my stick,
smoke and tobacco ,
Consist as I exist.
Cross your legs and look at me,
If I treated you like you Treated me,
We'll see which will it be.
Cigarettes,Cigarettes that's all need to end all of my stress.
Your sitting here wondering why,
Your heart and eyes bleed only wine,
I've tried but then you lied
Like a violin being strumed,
nine times,
It's red it's whites I'm hating all of that,
I need lighter,
I found a match,
I let my heart turn black.
I swear,
I wouldn't care,
But you left my heart thinner then air ,
No more crying,
I just couldn't notice,
How soothing it would be to be breathing,
In the pause my life and imagine how things should be.


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