Longtime and all i have is this picture in a frame
captured you, but you're wearing off
You're still a pure gold lady and i am still a mule
Love to write but i'm searching for a muse
i always win ,always lose,
devotion's not needed and beauty's not required
and what we had was
just crippled love
poison your tears for
your song, your plan, your years
She wipes out thouroughly, leaves bits
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