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May 2010
I am tired of you, being in the back of my mind,
watch you like a DVR, always reruns and rewinds,
I would count the days until you return, but why waste any time,
why learn to share when you always end up screwd, just claim it all mine.
I am tired of you in my dreams, you have become my starring actress,
shook up like a can of soda, falling down one step then the rest,
I should just end it now, what else can you suggest,
I might end with no hope, it is much easier to digest.
Now this is who I am with, at the arrival of a new day,
used to have fun sober, how should I smile unintoxicated, in what way,
well I found the ultimate solution, who needs forever thats what I say,
a little will solve, too much will kill, time for a foggy delay.
You already know how I feel, I know you feel how much we click,
for butterflies are felt together, emotions never play tricks,
never know when they will flutter in, it hits me so quick,
it has been strong enough to bare the worst, even used as the Devil's walking stick.
Butterfly flutter, quickly into my soul,
nest and use your comfort, to help me find my way,
fill up the chunk missing from my heart, pave up the hole,
find me somebody to love, not New Years, there is nothing left to say.
