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I can't afford to fall any further,
all started when she claimed i hurt her,
screamed loneliness and only i heard her,
when it comes to us you must guess murder,

drinking red rum alone in my bed dumb,
wondering why don't you instead stun,
if you call me hun or some other name,
you can't claim to love me and really feel the same,

i'm sick of dames, it's really my fault,
cause i expect there to be too much in the vault,
i go back to one girl , trying not to let her be default,
when really i know it's all my fault,

simple becomes complicated after expectation,
love becomes hate after frustration,
all just a joke, why even bother,
i'd just be more a curse if i was a father.