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POISON
my door shuts loud
my keys are trown far
"Where's my little pretty boy hiding now"
I'm under the table kneeling cause i couldn't sit
Holding a knife that would end up inside him
If he was to find me
if he was to smell me
I would run fast
But he would run faster
All my pain and all of my sorrow
Wouldn't make him think twice
Wouldn't makle him be nice
I can't wait till the day that i'm bigger
Holding a kinfe or pulling the trigger
Sometimes i blame it on the drugs and drink inside him
But then i see it in his eyes
I see that he is POISON
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