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Mind starts racin, hands start shakin,

thoughts run wild until i feel mistaken,

that in your arms i was simply overjoyed,

just to find out all the time she was annoyed,

time to void all the memories, it's a choice,

yet afraid to cause her memory fuels my voice,

how could you hoist me up so high and make me feel better,

then just end it all in two words, eight simple letters,

give me "good luck", i'm sure she has her reasons,

like mother nature for daily choosing new seasons,

if you were afraid you would be let down,

know that i would never allow you to hit the ground,

i fear for the day soon when no one is around,

cause i wrote it all out instead of make a sound,

getting better every day, and soon maybe,

the thought of her smiling won't drive me crazy.