Is she ready to know my frustration?What she slippin’ inside, slow castrationI’m a riddle so strong, you can’t break meDid she come here to try, try to take meDid she call my name?I think it’s gonna rainWhen I dieWas it something I said, held against me?Ain’t no life on the run, slowly climbingCaught in ice so she stares, stares at nothingI can help her but won’t, now she hates meDid she call my name?I think it’s gonna rainWhen I dieShe won’t let me hideShe don’t…

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