Don't let it all go to your head
Bipolar nah she's dead
Reality born in my bed
I rather fk a dead corpse instead
Symptoms of stupid girl disease
I bled that bitch out
She no clue what the fk she talking about
She's too nice
All she does is pout
Cold as Ice
The devil won out
Bitch is fire
Every promise once made
Burned in her flames
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