He is a weapon, a killer
A nasty little thriller
With a hunger for existence
pushed away my resistance
A whirlpool of words
And a language so absurd
My beloved is a sinner
A chapter to consider
Being reckless with my heart
and knows how to play smart
I love him, I hate him
and hate to love him
All the magic turning Tragic
Never knew it was this fragile
With this passing cruel December
gave me a thing to remember
Scars all over my body
in the name of Hot Coffee.
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