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3 am and the sadness of lonely
has been gnawing at my heart since midnight.
And I’m not sure why,
I knew you were spending another night
with the amber witch.

Dressed all pretty in her shapely glass attire.
She slips over your lips like poisoned gold
while I wait patiently on cold sheets for
you finish with the addicting whore.

I should know better and try to close my eyes,
Because even after she’s left for the night
You’ll be under her intoxicating spell for hours.
It’s 3 am and I feel the sadness of lonely.