I've got to get her out of my brain
But how do you stay dry naked in pouring rain;
Can't go a minute without a thought of her
Can't make it even if I've gotten this far as it were
She's got doubts about me
She won't trust me with her key;
Won't give me a chance to clear myself
She's just putting me high on a shelf,
Would she even think of me again?
I can't imagine how long until then;
That I can speak to her once more,
Like in my face she slammed a door;
I'm sad; depressed and distressed,
The turmoil is killing me who would have guessed,
That's she'd get to me this way;
I hope with my feelings she's not trying to play,
This is just torture
It can't end without closure;
I'm knee deep in needles and bottles,
But no drug or liquor can they my angst coddles,
I have no choice but to weather this storm;
Glad no one can see the tears in my eyes form...
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