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Why Me?
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July 2012 She fills any empty room with all her memories,
erase the fear of any enemy,
so please take these old worn gimmicks,
to the barber and beg him to trim it,
what is this? i know we don't want
to label what we have, but what exactly do you want?
mystery will haunt, knowledge might hurt,
so whatever's right in the middle will work,
no less, no more, undress unlike some whore,
immediately lay with me behind my closed door,
never pay attention to whats on my TV,
and that's a pretty big turn on to me,
why me? friend said i wasn't your type,
meanwhile she got an email, i got to Skype,
daily i type my good morning to you,
and wonder if what i want could be real too.
