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Bittersweet words
Is it overseas, like Bittersweet Poetry?
Poetry examines you
It will not be judged by an outsider
Lotta high schoolers don't mind her anyway
Bittersweet love
Something achy, like an old wound
It gets looked and overlooked
Criminal mastermind, it controls your skin
People's own problem, but they say it's the bitch
You don't have to
Bittersweet taste
Something so magnificent
It floods your mind, it floats in it
Sour, salt, bitter, bitter sweet charisma
Taste makes me miss her
Delicate sweet years
Sensory sensation isn't over yet
Bittersweet loss or lust
Will he be the death of me?
Certainly, your majesty
She awoke with him dead by her side
My return is met with her dead by his side
This didn't turn out as I wanted
I did as much as marry them
Interlink, intertwine
For their cause
Now you see, this develops a new series of questions
Answers
Bittersweet decisions
It nags and nags, precision
It knows how to manipulate
It pulls at your pant leg, askin' for some more sweets
It nags and nags
He forever haunts you, you cant let 'em
Don't let him in, don't let him in
Don't let him reach your
Soul music
Makes you sway and close them eyes of yours
Makes you rock and rock
It rocks you until you shake
Those shakes turn into paralysis
You let him get you, he reached you, he touched you
He got you, you got you
Game over
Restart the level
Wait, what? The button's grayed out
These new jeans you got me? Are frayed out
Origin equals Philly for me, it's where I made out
Future plans undeveloped, it's not what I laid out
On the workstation, and the Playstation
It's not what I had
But I feel for your experiences it's basically what I had
It's what I went through, it's what I recall
What an airball, what a curveball
How did things end up this way
It attracts our common ground to a whole 'nother meaning
I mean, I feel the connection
I'm the negative and you're the positive
I never really thought so highly of myself
I want to believe in the higher power to build myself
I need to design my room
Build the house, and then construct the town
Hey, may I borrow your income?
Perhaps for my individual gain
It's so inhumane, but you can't control it
Your limbs are taut, I'll shoot 'em like rubber bands if I must
So back to a previous question, is it loss or lust?
The road work sign is installed
Construction dated: this quarter
It's happenin' this season