Tuff

You always ask for justice
But you can’t find your peace
You always ask for right things
But you don’t respect this.

You come to me for pleasure
I give you back my love
You yell at me it’s murder
To want… to be involved.

You promised me some moments
I promised you my life
You cut myself with tuff words
I cut myself, it’s fine.

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