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This is the last time i go all in, must deserve,

i am far too nice to too many, must serve,

i imagine she's all alone in her room happy,

warm with no other, someone slap me,

each girl i over extend for, or feel like i do,

each time i miss her more and more then you,

or she ever could miss me or wish we,

could go back to when she could kiss me,

this is the last time i trust one not to,

throw you out in the grabage, watch you rot too,

tell me not to, then go do what you said,

running millions of laps around in my head,

everything about you, especially how i felt with you,

adds up with your smile to make me miss you,

don't need a tissue, but it gets me close,

left me cold turkey with no chance of a future dose.