Sweetie

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One thing I would change, with a poem:

 

Yeah, and it's funny how it goes

sitting in my room and finding all your clothes.

and I laugh, I laugh but I pull them to my face

and I grasp, I clasp, cause' they smell like how you taste

oooh.. snap back to reality

are we really broken up 

or are there technicalities

am I really missing you?

Or missing your anatomy

my heart is like a galaxy,

Deep, but your making me weak

with your gravity

and it's sad to see, your mad at me, I know

time is of the essence and we need our space to grow

but I just hate sleeping alone, is that the ringtone to my phone

saying that you would come home, yeah

but it's not him, so I sit back and relax

and watch the stupid clock tick

hoping he'd just walk in

hoping we'd just lock lips

hoping we'd just stop this

everything forgotten

yeah, but he's never coming back

all these parties and these kick-backs

got my vision pitch black

all I see is cognac and Zig-Zags

say bye-bye to all those times

that I done hit the gym class

friends try to tell me, can you slow-down?

but it's hard cause my heart

is empty like a ghost-town

whose hand do I hold now?

thought I met the guy of my dreams

looks like life really just ain't what it seems

so peace

 

 

 

f@#$ you, f@#$ you, I don't really need you

Love you, Love you, I don't want to leave you

now I'm stuck f*#@in' thinking about how I use to treat you

lethal like a needle, please give me a redo

Ima try and make it peaceful

ima try and make you see boo

your the song that I sing to

the straw that i breathe through

the past is the past 

can't we live through the preview

 

but the sand in the hour-glass stand, is beneath you

it's like the hands of the man that I once had, now has a sequel

at first I was so mad at the fact that my wrath won't defeat you.

later i realized that i'm glad... 

at the chance that you found another gal to complete you

I hope she feeds you, I hope she needs you, i hope she treats you like a genie

and I hope one day she'll realize... that she wasn't the first to be called sweetie

 

 

 

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