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A sharpened sword to the gut, a twisted plot behind your back,
a promise spinning pinkies and tongues, a broken promise in the sack,
a hundred tears falling from my eyes, over a dozen girls remembered in my bed,
yet only a select few, are forever praised in my head,
scotch, whiskey, vodka and some wine,
leave your mark on the steps, river of red wine so divine,
just roam around the wilderness, all intentions of being lost,
find myself under dangerous situations, no matter the cost,
I've been swept off my feet, thrown into the trash,
bought like some kush, and burned into ash,
yet like a phoenix I arise from the flames,
to be a stronger and better man aware of all the games,
that come with a girl who can use her eyes to hypnotize,
her smile to move me in and quickly realize the prize,
comes with much stress, a leach on your wallet and heart,
that will upgrade to another without second guessing any part,
enough wasted time and breath, fingers hurt especially when my mind is thinking about her,
now knowing the past for what it was, I will make sure it never again will recur.