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Don't sweat

Jamming door on finger and screaming out in pain
Blaring out expletives right in front of the kids
Getting the stern big eyes, wanting to wash my lids
Yet can't go back in time to reverse unheard chain

Don't you ever feel bad about these fast moments
Where you react badly, might impact the future
To form the mouthful spite after moral suture
However your compass to gather new movements

The kids will hear those words, it's abusing lyric
Teaching them to value, teaching them of the care
Rebuttal is unfair only for those I dare to share

Don't hit yourself too hard for dancing satiric
Life will bring you great joy, perfection is unjust
Don't hammer at the heart, let it ride in the gust

◄ Bedside

25 years later ►

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