I dig the women that hate themselves/
It's easier to show affection when they aren't self complacent/
No competition, it's you versus past regrets/
Love is a sickness that's never contagious can't cage this feeling won't ever let up/
Up and up rises the fever just like the jury when your guilty cause everyone's had enough/
Surprise to the innocent when they don't want your two cents/
Change never comes unless both parties are open but that lids shut too tight closed off to all sense/
Ears are closed wide shut along with the heart/
You lost your script so I'm gonna have to play your part/
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	Yeliw (
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