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Every second can be a disaster,

specially after the summer fling chapter,

long after Massa, the lonely begins,

the cold hearts finally change into tin,

give into sin or move on to bore,

wake up with no girl to complain you snore,

chest has been torn open and checked

for all uniqueness, love and respect,

i have tried so hard to move on, each week,

i end on the same note, too weak,

to speak one word, all talk is an act,

cause i can't seeem to keep anything intact,

all becomes compact, just a text in my pocket,

never something desired like a couple in a gold locket,

tried so hard to stop it but some type of madness,

keeps me coming back, i gravitate around sadness.