Before you swore
That you'd do it right
Is when the promises
Were broken..
Like a Pepsi generation
The thirst comes easy
There is so much shit
These days to smile about
Thinking your bleeding hurts
When the truth of real pain
Never touches you
Since you're cozy and locked in
A room where you do shit
With a company of assholes..
In the cozy atmosphere
The hit starts from up above
And gets you down below..
The hit eliminates hope
That thing you had
While you were still complaining
About the bitching pain..
A pain that is overestimated
And she's gone..
His Slap (by Seung KIm)
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