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Salt, salt, salt,

That nasty taste huh?
We all have some,
Salt in our lives,
Not literally but,
Metaphorically.

Tick tock,
Don't stop,
The salt won't pop,
Till you feel,
That drop

The feeling,
In your tose,
When he sticks up,
His nose,
Judging all your thoughts,
Like your some kind of thot

3:05?
Why try?
Don't listen to their lies
They say
They're your friend
But in the end
Their pretend

Tick tock,
Bum bum,
Like your banging on drums,

Feeling of hopelessness,
In your chest,
Yes, he left,
Oh! He's just like the rest

Drop drop,
Wipe em off,
With a tissue,
For your issue

Oh, poor little girl,
You thought he cared?
Let's be fair

He was a dirty little liar,
oh, his words,
Would inspire

Pop! Pop!
Well that took a lot
Because the salt won't pop,
Till you feel that drop,
Shall I stop?

Have you ever,
Tried to love yourself,
But looked in the mirror,
And could not,
Was it all their fault?

Point out every flaw,
Then they say
"LoL"
Oh, they hide,
Behind a smile,
But I see,
The lies that they tell

It's 12 O'clock,
The Thunder's stopped,
But the hole,
In my Hart,
Has been shot by all these darts

Was it really that hard?
Oh, baby girl,
You fought so hard,
And you,
Made it this far

Never let a person,
Let you forget,
How tough you are,

Cause they're the salt,
Drop drop,
Oh, you thought,
That I was wrong?

Those aren't the,
people you need,
In your life,
Don't let those,
Dark people,
Dim your light

So I'll say it again.

Tick tock

Don't stop

The salt won't pop

Till you feel that drop...

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