over load
gotta get it /gotta get her/ gotta shake the jitters and break a leg/ because this young lady is always in my hair. a quick gift of lust giving me money of value the value is wisdom and money is conquest/but not to change the context of life/ breath her words in my life /like a junky for drugs/ I see her now and shes so far away and today I see it as a fatal image/ I gotta get you out my mind/ piss her out my system/ unclog my heart/ like the armies in spain/ I love HER/ this will never be in vain/ because/ I imagine it/ satire of lasting/ blasting of names a simple yes will turn my water to flame/ victory follows and hearts hollow this is a guy that never fell in love/ she shows affection i rebuke and run/ but holding on to some shit I wrote/ back in my early days making the skies overview look a pearly gray/ I lay/ she lays on top/ Then i tell her to stop/ shocking/ she walks away/ she says please do not tell me you are gay/ NO WAY/ I REPLY/ I have no sympathy for the tears i her eyes/ every night I wonder why/ why i have never wanted a girlfriend/ I will never know/ at least i will have money to Show/
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