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Sep 2011
I'm sorry to say,
it's a habit of mine.
Pushing away,
time after time.

Never thought I'd have you,
but what can I say?
I took you for-granted,
and I just didn't care.

I like to get lost in myself,
lost in myself.
Got my money, got my wealth,
I'm lost in myself.

Now if I said, that I cared,
well I do apologize.
To me, didn't mean a thing,
must have been drunk or high.

And if you thought, it was forever,
well I'd laugh in her face.
Whatever we actually had,
was a big disgrace.

I like to get lost in myself,
lost in myself.
Got my money, got my wealth,
I'm lost in myself.

Got my money, got my wealth,
got my money, got my wealth.
I'm in love, with myself,
don't need love, got myself.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
Barry Andrew Pietrantonio
Written by
Barry Andrew Pietrantonio  29/M/Salem, New Hampshire
(29/M/Salem, New Hampshire)   
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