It's time that I should,
face the facts,
define the white from the black,
instead having a blurry line,
in tackt,
what have I gotten myself into now,
sometimes i just forget who I am,
even if i know some guys is just a big scam,
pretending like i'm some stupid lamb,
but i read them like their books.

Some times i just want to compromise,
even though,
the guy is not my size,
like a shoe he just doesn't fit on right,
I should really know better by now.

I fight like crazy,
I'm difficult and though,
some times i just can't get enough,
but it's because i know he's just not right,
and not too bright,
I'm intimidating,
i know.

Sandra jacks

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