Wicked pain is here again,
Betrayal of mind, body, and soul.
What a fool I was,
Wanting to be your one and only.
Such a silly game to play,
And it all was in my heart.
Should I cry tears again?
With the red wanting to escape.
Immature notions fill my head,
Each more radical than the next.
Summer rain won't wash this away.
Can you honestly tell me,
Cheshire
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