I Grow

I only grow cold not old,
Youth is spent for my bliss
I'm still seeking
The one is dancing
The other one is doing nothing but mind ****ing
Let's see if that man sees that woman get laid.
We need to deserve more to get more in life.
No way around.
Kiss of death is kiss of knowledge.
A kiss of knowledge is love of my life!

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