Socially, emotionally it was a crime
for all these months it was a waste of time
i can blame my imagination
but i blame your presenatation
your act had me going
put the pump in my heart to keep my blood keep flowing
not ever wanting to leave your where my nest
you should heard the skips in my chest
everytime you got close
i was like your custmor and  you were like my host
but something happen, i guess you can say got took away
dismay came alone and so did my last day
we stop taking and my heart burn
my soul left me my days were firm
i fell down to my knees, not understanding why you no longer was in to me
laying alone in the night while i will cry
cry of depression till the day that i die

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