Stare at a land, through some bug eyes in a ball
disposed of my mind, just a crossword I cant toss
With dreams that hit me, like a head on with a truck,
and love that drains me, just a statue that I lust
I think I'm sober, I never wanted to stay so high
You've cut me down to shrivel, as your tear filling eyes,
and I wanna hold you, with devotion in between
Your house been misused, and its not even my fault
It feels like ever, that I never said your name,
a type of time warp, could help me cleanse my brain
A warrants been issued, for a currant lasting search
Id love to kiss you, but your heart just beats for him

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