Ice Cream

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I love me some ice cream,
Vanilla, chocolate, butter pecan, sherbet, any flavor
I love when the cold liquid enters my body and melts and fills up the cracks of my broken heart
Because I am very very depressed
I’m usually a confident prince, but lately I've been insecurely under stress while trying to save a damsel in distress, but on that quest, I question myself like why, try, again,
Every single relationship has no relation to the last one but every last one of them I thought would be the last one
So yes, ice cream helps depression,
But it does not last long which forces me to throw checks at the dairy queen cashier like give me more, retire rich, close your store you are set for life
I need this ice cream, because the only time I feel alive is when I experience death from brain freeze
Ice cream, Ice cream...I scream at the thoughts that run through my head like go ahead and jump in the bed with another girl who will only love you for that night, instead of loving you for life,
Every girl I have ever had a crush on has emotionally crushed my hopes and dreams, which I use as sprinkles for my ice cream
I sit at home watching chick flicks eating a cookie dough blizzard as a lactose intolerance twister twists my insides causing a stomach ache but I can tell you it feels a lot better than heartbreak
So excuse me if I'm all in my feelings,
I don't care, if I'm usually indifferent, wait, wait...is that a contradiction?
Rewind, start the scene over.
Romeo, Romeo, where art thou Romeo
I'm right here in the flesh
But I guess as usual I don't meet your high standards or high expectations so I expect you to ignore me and leave me heart broken
Leaving my heart open and expose to large portions of ice cream,
I'm always intoxicated
The ice cream police will probably cardiac arrest me for this but
I myself plead guilty so
Sentence me to life in this coma, anything that will stop me from attempting to find love again
 This is why I loooovvvveee me some ice cream, always there for me, I might as well get engaged to vanilla because the love it gives me is reala than the "love" I've experienced
So i now pronounce me man, and sherbet
I may eat the bride and be artificially happy forever

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