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Was in love with a girl only craving man,
never turn to god for a saving hand,
the memory of her face fills my ash tray,
and is the reason i wake up still half baked,

somehow she managed to break down my wall,
stop me from running, now on a slow crawl,
only keep my distance cause i'm afraid to cry,
would say it's all good but i'm afraid to lie,

what are now my demons once like Lucifer were angels,
what once were close friends now are simply strangers,
lock my door and open up my dresser drawer,
put another dead butt in my ash tray, then wonder what for?

gotta stop my thoughts running wild non stop,
tried to close my eyes and take a deep breath, even that did rot,
another forgettable season to sulk, warm summer,
why did i ever ask for her damn number?