I'd write you letters,
But you won't write back,
I'd send you flowers,
But you don't fancy that,
I'd beg you to come over,
We both fancy that.

You'd push me over,
But I don't push back,
You've got many lovers,
And I don't fancy that,
I had only one lover,
But she didn't want me back,
And whenever you come over,
It gets more fancier.

On nights like this,
My baby is finger-licking delicious.
She makes my fingers fill with honey, sweet honey, wet honey, as she **** for me.
Don't take a peek into her honey ***,
It's fiery red inside.
It's bakery hot inside.
On nights like this,
My baby is blazing red fire,
And I'm glistening dark skin bathed in our sweat,
My hands call for her body as they glue onto her skin, her being calls for an ****** and now she's holding on tight to the bed sheets.
The bed sheets, soaked bed sheets, I lay a peck on my baby's *******, so ****, so tempting, I slowly commence the “prone bone”.
On nights like this,
My baby is jaw dropping gorgeous whenever she's on her kneels.
I grunt and I puff, but my baby is a musical genius. And If I were to be serious,
On nights like this,
My baby is the only one I'd be with.

Right here,
Right now,
With you.

There's nowhere else,
I'd rather be.

I make so many new beginnings,
I doubt there'd ever be an end.

My life’s script keeps changing,
‘Guess the writer is getting over his head.

My new beginnings don't come with the seasons, They are conceived as soon as they wish, and I am convinced as soon as they reach.

I make so many new beginnings,
I don't know where the old ones went.

And once I'm off track on my new path,
I just switch lanes and draft up a new chart.

And If I were to be honest,
I'd say I do miss you,
The times we spent together,
and the memories we shared.
It's actually crazy now, Thinking about it,
How I never had a picture of us, I was always the one who'd shy away from the camera, and instead take pictures of you.
You always looked so calm yet distant.
Maybe locked away in the universe of books you've read stored in your head.
But I was glad you were with me. Regardless of how distant we were from the outside world. We were alone together.
That was all I ever wanted. That is all I…
No.
And if i am to be honest,
A year isn't enough to get over you.
That doesn't mean I'd come crawling back to you. We crossed that bridge and burnt it.
But I keep searching for you in other women, Hoping to see a glimpse of you.
No matter how little.
But I guess it's what makes you different,
Because you were different from the rest.
Left to me, you were the best.

Some days like today,
I feel weak, everything seems bleak,
And a voice inside me begins to say,
The dead ones are free.

Some days like today,
I feel like I've been cheated,
Off of the life I really wanted to live.
I cheated myself and I can't live with the consequences…
So the voice inside me begins to say,
The dead ones are free.

Some days like today,
I need help but I'm scared to admit,
I'm not suicidal, don't put me on trial,
Maybe if you can sit and listen,
Maybe you'd hear the voice inside me beginning to say…
The dead ones are free.
The dead ones are free.
The dead ones are free.
The dead ones are free.
And they want us to just see.

And if happiness is free,
Then freedom is a currency I can't currently afford.