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PICK , Pick , pick


Pick , pick , pick ..pick just one , pick a pack of peppers .. Peter

pick pick pick ,

pick at that scab, pick it until it bleeds , and make it hurt all over again

 

Pick a channel , pick a time ,

you picked me , you saw my face look into your eyes and no one had ever done that before ,

I fought for you but you picked me.

 

Pick pick pick ..

Don't fall in love , pick someone ,

don't tell your truth , pick a lie ..tell it and let it unfold

 

Pretend I hurt you and waite .. pick  pick pick ..pick me apart

With the small complaints , then fucking with my head and then laying down the crumbs

 

Pick pick pick , your nose while you wait for me to figure it out

Pick at the cracks in your story , pick the right moment to expose yourself ,

watch me tilt upon the weight of your truth ..of my truth as the two collide  

 

Pick pick pick , pick your weapon , pick the path , you pick your pieces up , i”ll pick mine

Pick your moment to look back

as I pick my moment  to say , you're free to leave

 

Pick pick pick

Try to pick my bones , guilt may have let me , let you

Until the still small voice spoke..in me

 

You pick , pick chaos or pick peace

I pick peace ..pick.. pick... pick

Everyday I am grateful that I can pick peace , pick a new life , without you  

 

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