I wonder how many poems shall i write
Before another road to where we reunite
My decision? Hardly, that was made in the past
It means change's startling i left the rest
I'm at your door i beg for you
We look good in the pic without a feud
Irrevocably i want you what must happen?
What must i do? The track I'm lapping
I just filled my pill box for the week
Now i won't be a loss or a freak
We'll be perfect so glad together
EVERYTHING will be mad insanely better
That's an oxymoron it means we belong taped
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