When I think of you
its like my minds on a trip
forever high
your love is the sh…
and at first
I didn’t wanna let you take control
but in the end
you got me with a nice grip hold
and just when I’m ready
for the next big thing
you shatter my soul
just like I was a fling
and now I’m lost
confused as to what to do
because even though we are friends
I still love you
and as I try
to face the facts
the thoughts of you
keep coming back
and as I sip this jack and sprite
I ask myself why do I fight
just let it go cuz you will live
but being alone is not the biz
so I cry and drink
and cry and drink
then I ask myself is being alone as bad as I think?

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