DEAR LIFE
WHY DO U CUT ME LIKE A KNIFE?
YEAH SLICE BY SLICE
EVERYDAY
IN SOME WAY
SHAPE OR FORM
WHY DO U LIKE TO CAUSE ME HARM?
WHEN I AM SO WARM TOWARDS U
I MEAN EVERY SINGLE DAY
I LOOK FORWARD TO SEEING IN THE MORNING
AND TAKING IN ALL YOUR SIGHTS
BUT STILL U DON'T TREAT ME RIGHT
YEAH U LOVE TO TAKE A BITE
OUT OF ME
CONSTANTLY
YEAH TROWING SHADE
AND HAND GRENADES
AT MY HEART
RIPPING ME APART
PULL-PORK
YEAH TURNING ME INTO YOUR SPORT
BUT NOW I'M BEGGING YOU
ORDER IN THE COURT
YEAH HAVE MERCY ON ME
PLEASE
BECAUSE I FEEL LIKE
SOME THIN SLICED
SWIZ CHEESE
THAT NO ONE WOULD EAT
AS TREAT
YEAH BECAUSE YOU
I DON'T FEEL COMPLETE
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