Trust
Truth gets you killed.
Lies keep you built.
But give me the love you need
And you will no longer bleed.
I told you, im not with that cuffin'
But you knew I was bluffin,
You said you will never hurt me
but then you deserted me.
For all you have done
Hold you let me put my hair up in a bun
Or wait should I bite my tongue.
before i come undone
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