something sweet turned sour,
someone rich is really poor,
mind and spirit were the victums,
Its not a rare thing robbed.
But what do you really think,
What do you feel inside?
What happened to you,
That left you so perfectly out of grace?
And why do you love me,
Why do you need me,
Why do you make me want you,
And why do you let me have you?
Why do you give me the things I need,
When im the thing to break?
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