You berate remember
Your ailing heart and your criminal eyes
You say you're still in love
If it's true, what can be done?
It's hard to leave all these moments behind
Called to see
If your back
Was still aligned
And your sheets
Were growing grass
All on the corners of your bed
But you've got too much to wear
On your sleeves
That has too much to do with
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haahahahahahaha...
well, i still miss yo' ass.
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