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Too much free time that she occupies,

too little truth, why try to lie?

i despise the changes rearranging any hope,

of seeeing me as a couple through the scope,

there's an old voice in my head holding me down,

even with no conversation she still makes a sound,

without being around my thoughts lift the anchor,

and take her place, fill my fix like a tanker,

ugly like a rancor, your words prove worse,

how did i completely miss her curse?

staring me in the eyes, bright lights and all,

hanging around like billboards fifty feet tall,

i've been loving you expecting nothing,

for so long i've lived off just blushing,

somewhere along the track she derailed and ran,

have a little faith, as much as you possibly can.