Anger Pursuing
Everytime I'm with you,
The rage is fighting,
The sinful words I'm having trouble hiding.
I don't know how much more I can bare,
It's as if you don't even care,
I'm tired of this crap you keep pursuing,
No more will I deal with it you are the one that will end up rueing.
So off with your hateful ways,
I don't have time for you maybe another day.
Get off my back and stop what your doing,
I'm not your chew toy and I don't intend to be.
Whenever I'm with you I go crazy,
So goodbye I bid you farwell,
Let's see who likes who you are now.
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