Still moving accuracy spiteful
Handful of blood and sweat
less the tears yours
now mine rightful
No discussion over and over insightful
You figure it out
I'm tired of explaining myself
To more than quite a few people
Who I've frozen with my heart
Cold like an ice cube
Crushed lyrically
and I didn't have to fight you
To love myself more
Before I was able
To Really Like You
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