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Jan 2015
I come with the whole truth
the truth and nothing but

the trials of a fighter
tribulations of a dealer
middle ground of good and bad
with no gray area

the truth is the truth
and truth is what it is
I knew when I pursued you
that I would probably
lose you

and who knew
but what else than to try
I come with the truth the truth and
nothing but

just drug stuff
lightin up in the basement
lighter fluid is the basis
all types of worry brew

I fell for you
looking into the looking glass
and your reflection just stares back
you can't hide

the good times
the truth is the truth
and the truth is what it is

and the truth is I hope you'll
return one day
but in your prison state
you might as well not be here at all
we were bound to fall

and that's the truth
and the truth is all
alexis hill
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alexis hill  28/F/New York
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