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Jumbled

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Look at yourself, drowning in her artificial
You've fallen flat on your face for her
Addicted to the girl, even though it's "unofficial"
You've got more of a problem than a bear has fur

And you can't seem to realize it
Drowning deeper, in a pit
Her sour soul is a toxic drug,
When will you be able to quit?

I used to believe in your potential
Now her poison has made your bright blossom wilt
Your sad soul believes in something special
But she's using you like a farmer uses a cow for milk

Why can't you see past the lies?
Next time you're looking in her eyes,
Take off the mask, my dear
She's wearing a disguise

Your heart is lost as an Easter egg
As jumbled as the mess underneath your bed
This is your last heeding call
I suggest quitting while you're ahead

 

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