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Begins From What If
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June 2012 Oh shit this watermelon won't quit,
that's it, now i hear the sad riff,
that always begins from what if,
and ends in dreams down a steep cliff,
the world around me changes for the worse,
every love feels cursed, an add on like a purse,
not caring or sharing the feeling in a hearse,
of laying dead saying nothing to rehearse,
sometimes music opens it's mouth and talks to me,
started walking dogs sockless, now it's like my socks are free,
another ring at my door, another box for me,
don't try connecting, putting up mental blocks is me,
ever since Stacey, Chelsea, then Jenna, it's unhealthy,
can't forget how i thought Kath could really help me,
never will i feel love and feel wealthy,
or let another girl past the cast who's stealthy.
