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Hey you with those perfect eyes,

sending me your daily text wih all sighs,

why can't i love in the life where i'm with you

instead of living the oone where i daily miss you?

they say if you're treated like a choice, retire,

or let that hand dealt slowly expire,

nothing left to inspire me but past pain,

if my life were a white tee you'd be the sole stain,

over my chest on the left, covering my heart,

cause when it comes to you, i'll never part

ways cause daus i've spent just closing my eyes,

and slowly watching the dark turn to her eyes,

what has that gotten me over the past few years?

a whole bunch of love, pain and new fears,

send a picture then stop responding like you

always seem to do, hey you.