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It comes back three times
The anger in my rhymes
Are you for good or ill
It's sick the way I feel

Before you, there was Dan
He helped me understand
He let me know my place
His good's the smile on my face

Now you're in my life
You don't want a wife
Don't put that gold on my finger
As this sickness will linger

It is ill what we're doing
Not showing up after screwing
With the emotions in my heart
Come to me then stay apart

A part of me is in you
What am I supposed to do
As it comes back to me times three
The cancer that feeds my jealousy

It's not good for us
You I do not trust
When it comes down to it
I know I will get through it

The good I used to be
Before there was a he
Who injects his love in my vein
Then wonders why I go a little insane

God, let me stay alone
When he calls, forget the phone
God, shield my eyes from the fire
That builds up this sick desire

Wanting one who only wants to play
Being ill most every Monday
After I have been loving to him
He goes on back to them

So go on home, I don't need it
My case, ill, from trying to plead it
You will not give in to let us be
Your good and ill's my misery.

11/13/2006 1815 cj

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