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I'll awake this morning and it'll be the same,

all the pain will return right to my brain,

it's like you stain my mind with your smile,

and keep staining it until you call it a style,

everyone else seems to move much faster,

they all seem to know exactly what they're after,

to them there's no massa, blonde, dancer or New Years,

i stay silent with them, i'd bring you tears,

i felt it all when you and i first kissed,

still do to this day, you're greatly missed,

desired and wished, prayed then quit,

cause i can never be your version of it,

take this heart which you've taken countless times,

i've riddled and hid it in most of my rhymes,

it's you who will always make my heart beat faster,

if you only knew how it felt to never have what you're after.