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Can't Be Concerned
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May 2012 I'll state the obvious at first,
i didn't get what i wanted, hurt worse
then it would if i told you off the top,
i hate the body you own never going on top,
hate the blonde hair and color changing eyes,
enticing lips and skinny thighs,
almost as much as if i would admit
you're just another memory to forget,
watch me spark anther blunt to bury,
you into the common like those on a jury,
block out the good and remember the crazy,
remember the insults and blank out the baby,
stay by myself lately so i can learn,
how to alone collect our memories to burn,
can't be concerned with a simple minded arrogant,
who only uses me as a therapist.
