Sunday, June 14, 2009

She was almost her. .

She said my name, but in vain,
Or atleast what it used to be,
She had a preconception of the man beforehand, and it was he who I proved to be,
She said, "With enough time invested, he don't know what he can do to me,
But I ain't the one he really care for",
So therefore,
She let me fly like an airport,
Our bullets fly like the airforce,
We cleared port. .

And I tried to tell her it's to hard to used to me,
And it's to hard to get through to me,
And now she's through with me,
But I brush it off,
This is no news to me,
This is nothing new to me. .

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