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A six string to take away half of my pain,

then a pen to write out the rest from my brain,

then a read the next morning to make sure

for that one day my writing was some type of cure,

i thought, no felt, something stronger then ever,

a feeling i fear may last in me forever,

why didn't i go get her? my lucks tough,

i shriveled up in a ball and just gave up,

didn't it make is? clearly not you,

a new fling brought false to everything we held true,

well fuck you, finally there is someone to hate,

i'm not some nice guy always looking for some mate,

i don't have a lot of money, or the touch,

i can't understand why a year later i still feel this much,

time to split it as such and make it never happen,

give me a few months and it'll be like we never happened.