I'm okay,
I'm fine,
I'm Alright,
We always getting into fights,
Arguing and balling up your fist,
Physical & Mentally broken I got the disk,
The insults you always give,
Your bitter with some scarcam,
With some feeling of it being triggered,
Cutting off communication,
You gave me all your traumatic situation,
Offending me in a blink of an eye,
Criticizing me like why I'm alive,
I just want my space,
But your picking up the paste,
Being poisonous with the past,
Your a criminal in a snap,
Giving me savage and vicious slaps,
No wonder why people don't give no crap,
Your a piece of trash,
That will be burned into ash.


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