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If i would cry real tears for her,

that would be a bit too much to give to her,

she left me stranded an insomniac,

barely standing straight, many cognacs,

verball monsters barely conscious of effects,

make me burn through all of my weekly checks,

buzzin around my well being, mind insects,

through my veins to my heart, it infects,

keeps me from sound sleep, always a nightmare,

wake up drowsy wishin she was right there,

out of sight, but not out of mind,

the never leave make you grieve kind,

but i can take all this pain, don't stop me,

as long as on this path you can be happy,

cause i got to witness you at your best,

and was priviledged to feel the beat in your chest.