how can she gamble wrong twice
that's fucking pathetic in itself
cause honestly it's plain to see
i'm not up for her shit
i don't warm you up for you to sleep with them
i warm you up so i can channel my nasty onto you
and the last thing i want is the next morning you messaging me like we were best friends
i don't have the will for that
your doe eyes can't repel my backlash
next time i see you i won't even recognize you
maybe i'll just give you a talking down to with my eyes
i'll stare at you with my head tilted so far back you'll be able to see my brains frothing through my nostrils
that's how disgruntled i've become with the absurdity that's you
i've created a fodder out of you here
i've just grazed you for my lines
this is a sample of my dismay
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