not i
at times things tend to go all wrong,you lose those that just belong,
hold strong stay long,
don't let me come home to find you gone.
Yet you stay through crazy days,
never faulted my hazy ways.
for this I give you my soul,
hold true and fill the hole.
i am becomming,
the me that you know,
he never was around much.
he stuck his head in a blender,
twisted his mind and surendered.
the me that you know,
he was a mirror.
now that he's gone,
come see whats become.
come and see, the real me
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