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Nov 2017
I quit my foolish ways to be with you
Not understanding what you would do
You took everything from my basket
Twisting and bending the fiber to mask it
There my heart lays in that barren chest of a casket

Empty inside with nothing left to give
Hanging on my life but is it with it to live
Even if I did you would you care to forgive


I said everything was going to workout this time
Little did I know I was gunna get hit in my blindside
This deep water washing over to high tide
Engulfing me to this state of mind
That of constant decline
Frostley
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