Not Good Enough
Desperate and Ready to Fall
Dressed for the kiss
I sit here waiting for her to come
The flower
The passion
Wonderful Feeling
Whenever Im alone with her
I am Whole again
All I have is my memorys
She has the curse of my heart
Pathetic i am so
Love lost is a disgusting taste
spit spat
I fall Flat
to The Ground
Bottle in hand
poison sinking in my heart
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