Sex & Love Our Weapons... Boys Our Tools
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We march to the sound of glances speaking victory
Moving through the lines of silence as the "he's" stumble our way
Please... the truth is no more hurtful than a nip getting slapped by a strap on an outfit change
The hurt just fades away
Now lies can be a nuisance, I keep them all by my side
It's our oath to order our blood sign that we'll use them at the right time
Something smooth and graceful to forget what I longed to be
That image underdeveloped with a peppy step and curious next before she bashed me
Slanderous jelousy, that bitch I protect now that taught me keep a satchel of knives
No more debate though, I found, our true definition of wise
But I'll make it through, those "he's" hide in pride and keep the glittery things
You know the ideals that shine, and undermine the possibilities of my previous priorities
That prick they hide the spoils of war that keep me out of what I am very much within
No issue, they'll see I've got somthin that will get it all from him's
Its tight ......and right for a fight
I learned to use it first back that time when learning how to cry
A pity
What did they expect, living for which gifts to except or reject
Step by step through our circle place
The first sight of space for us, to journey there I forgot how
A world I used to be curious about, that's just a look I can monetize now