Pushit
I will choke until I swallow...
Choke this infant here before me.
What is this but my reflection?
Who am I to judge and strike you down?
But you're
Pushing and shoving me.
You still love me and you pushit on me.
Rest your trigger on my finger,
Bang my head upon the fault line.
Take care not to make me enter.
'Cause if I do we both may disappear.
But you
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