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I never thought i'd witness you out of control,
specially since i was many times in that hole,
how was i really supposed to know?
that you're a whore with a black soul,

instead of bros i get tricked by hoes,
every now and then some hotty i chose,
comes above close friends and then she shows
that she never acted attracted i suppose,

through pushing away a memory grows
of watching horror movies while one of us rolls,
first finishing your work so you're responsible,
in the beginning cuddling was more then a probable,

now you just became someone i almost hate,
at least i can't act like you, that's great,
now what's required is you put out that fire,
unless you desire to be the reason i retire.