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From all directions, and I'm fiending for the finish line,
my life must have been poorly directed, by an ex grammy winner delicately divine,
do not text me I probably won't respond, and finish it off with "I'm just sayin,"
the thick black friend line peeled away from any bond, the movie is playin so shhhh is what im sayin.

Close your eyes and shut your sense from the world,
there is a whole new peace for you to discover,
the thought of you took my head for a twirl,
and whats one sad lonely night because of you, there is always goin to be another.

Went from wishing to be the last in your mind, to feeling more than just regret,
thrown the needle in the haystack without future thought of the search,
I would love to say I'm OK but why would i lie when I'm fatally upset,
every day must be sunday to believe, first time in months I've been to church.

Breathe in the grass while packing the next to forget like I love to do,
you refuse to see to me you are not just some girl that tickles my fancy,
today the price is wrong and the object I had to guess over was little ole' you,
I bet too high began to cry and fell down to one knee,
I mean, come on, my friends all joke saying I'd need a fantasy like Inception,
just to "convince" you to like me but what do they expect to happen next,
my direction may be slightly tilted towards green fields and lethal injection,
please do not text me again cause they have become the objects of my direct stress from our rough complex.