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Laying on your stomach ready to be rubbed,

never telling me you weren't ready to be loved,

no need to shove, just say go,

quickly i'd turn you into someone that i used to show,

used to know, still do think

of your face while daily washing at my sink,

while taking a drink, while checking my cell,

while i blink, and while i roam through hell,

not over your green eyes, blonde hair, short height,

every day i try with all my might,

to set things right and never miss you,

try to say the worst is what i wish you,

take a tissue and blow out that lie,

only you could make an asshole out of a nice guy,

just wanna know why, i know you would have been

the best thing that has ever, for me, been.