One, Two — miss
I didn’t want this
One, Two — kiss
It’s something I cannot fix
No matter how hard I hit or kick
I’ll be on this Everlast bag till I make myself sick!
You broke the rules, you broke my heart
Again and again and again
There isn’t any kind of combination to get you out of my head
Not proud of it, but I wish you were dead
It removes the possibility of you hurting me
The infidelity —
But I just kept coming back for more
Cease and Assist!
One, Two —
KISS THIS!
You Lil Dickens 
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