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Bitter as a Pessimist

(Verse 1)
You throw my
Heart around;
like I’m ash
from your burning cig.
I’m sorry but you’re
too f***ing high,
To stay with me
when I’m down.
And baby
all you do is…

Make me pessimistic;
Never claimed to be
Your sense of morale

(Verse 2)
I see you
looking at her,
Through your
veil of marijuana.
Perfect figure;
and beautiful face.
Sure reminds
you of my place.
Far away from
Cause I’m not a
perfect girl,
Certainly no
barbie doll.
And baby
all you do is…
Make me pessimistic;

“I never meant to be… Your lover.”
Oh, oh, whoa, ohh…. oh.

(Verse 3)
You divided us,
All for a girl,
Living in her
Own little world.
Bet you didn’t even
know her.
What a harlot,
What a shame,
I’m not going to be
dragged down by your taste.

And baby I’m done
Being pessimistic;
I am not your sense of moral.

Now I’m glad I’m not....
Your lover.
Whoa oh.

(Verse 4)
Well to be honest,
I'll be honest;
I found somebody
And he makes me
feel right too.
He tells me
he loves me,
Back then I hid,
From everything 
That you did.

And since that day
Baby all you’ve
been is pessimistic;
I bet no one’s there now
To hold you.

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