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trust trust

its an illusion that you just cant touch

dislike and distaste

all i have now is regret and a bitter fucking taste

 

 

 

as i sit here colors fade to gray

deteriorating away

mind is full of the bull

shit and i just cant seem to get my grip or grasp

feeling like im dying don't

know how much longer i can last

should have known better

should have know from the start

that you would haunt forever my heart

its an endless cycle and its stuck on

cant believe i dint see the trip you were leading me on

to you its like a game its like a sport

and you the olympic medialist un fortunate

ly gotta get aqway from this lonely feeling

seepin in my syche

cant eat cant sleep

cant touch noyhin defeat

emotionally draining my stamina

and i cant brethe paralyized inside

but sometimes i still dream

and i see your face

and that takes me away

away to this special place

 

 

when we have miles in between

its invisible un seen unsensed

in person in fact

its quite a bit different

i can gaurentee you that

and when were in the same room

its in tact undeniable in fact

and its redickuldss how shit ended up so wack

everyday i think about that house on sixth street

i thought things were so different from reality

if i could go back i would beg you to come with me

instead you stayed to indulge in the tripple p

probation,pregencay,and a pussy ass husband

where did that get you

fucked up life stuck and its no fun

and now your always on the run waiting for a bus that never comes