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Sweetly yet discreetly you have made yourself my ideal
All the little moments sneaking in and out back doors of truth and intimacy
They make me feel desirable, wanted, reproached and whored
They make me seem belittled to nothing but a secret covered
And I've no desire to live the rest of my life undiscovered

Slowly but surely you've become distasteful to my eyes
All the little thing you do and nit pick because of fears and insecurities
They strip away the aura of the sexy confidant man I liked
They make you seem unable to simply breathe the air
And I've enough of little men who know not how to care

So in my memory you may stay sweet and succulent to my arms
And all the retrospect and consequence of our impulsive actions and desires
Will be a burden we may chose to carry or set down inside ourselves
And the questions left unanswered will eat away at both our minds
Because I've enough anger and spite to last a couple of life times