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Lifes ups and downs

They came and they struck me on their very first shot Straight from their home known to be unusually hot Those long pointed tails and snake-split tongues They have the coldest hearts and flame filled lungs Out came flames, that was their voice I tinkered with that beast as I had no choice I sought help as it emptied its lungs full of heat I fought hard but could only smell the scent of defeat I had family and friends depending on me, I felt like not living if I couldn't live free So I kept seeking that help, that I needed to seek Unfortunately the hand I had sought, was the devils cheek Never Truly Free Never Free Can't you see? Never Truly Free Why must I be? It didn't help much, that I wasn't so young I just kept getting licked by that devils tongue I fought and fought as I had no regrets As I found a bright light that raised all bets The light was bright, and female you see And when that love struck, I felt a blinding energy It helped me beat the spirit that ate my soul An eloquent Lagoon of Love, that made my life whole So I continued to fight but her energy was bound For she had been licked too, but by a different devil, I had found Now she needed me and I didn't know what to do So our dalliances all became Shattered And I knew we were through Why oh Why couldn't these evil red Lizards just let us be It seemed what ever I did, none of it mattered I thought we were conflated but we were Never truly free Nor was I free to speak and my mind became scattered My mind was scattered My heart was shattered I wasn't free to speak And none of it mattered And now I sit here today struggling for something to say And while people who give up find suicide as the way I feel like I'm out of time and it may be best to just get away Because things were looking good but then all went astray What can I say I gotta get away I gotta get away What can I say I gotta get away, get away from the false hopes I gotta get away, get away from the liars and the jokes Some people are phony and just can't be trusted Their nice to your face but their hearts are all busted They want to see you feel hurt And they will start rumors as a way to exert Exert Hurt Exert Hurt They will start rumors in hopes that you need repair They will put you in despair and act like they care Who the hell do they think they are, with all their despair Then say they care to make you believe they are fair And just as you thought you found your right place Along come these assholes with all their disgrace But suicide is no answer in this rat race You must fight on to save yourself some face Save yourself some face And keep your place Or stoop to their level And die a disgrace

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