Forever Hold My Peace

you’re mean

and you’re rude

you're obscene

and a prude

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pain in my ass

neck and my head

and I know it sounds crass

but I’ve wished you were dead

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cause you talk too much

too long too loud

I won’t pull a punch

you're too frickin’ proud

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that smirk that you wear

I’d like to knock it right off

I’d like to prepare (just for you)

a cocktail, Molotov

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watch you pop a top

splatter a wall or two

unload and tell you off

wipe that smile right off you

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but, instead I’ll bite my lip

refrain and hold my tongue

lean back and take a sip

and let karma get it done