what is it that i've become?
a sky with no sun?
a robber with no gun?
take one, to the heart and the head.
pow, pow, pow!
and i'm dead.
as dead as the roses once given to me,
by the boy i thought who would take me out this misery.
who woulda thought we would never be?
im thinkin like dame without the E.
DAMN!
What ever happened to the man you said you would be?
The one that would set my mind free,
who would help me find me...?
i guess me is on mars,
long gone, no where to find her.
I knoe she aint lookin for me,
she prolly off bein better than I would ever be.
Prolly found a love better than we,
prolly found a better bed in which to sleep.
He took my everything,
packed it up and left,
what was left of me?
He's got my eyes, so i can no longer see.
He's got my lungs, i can no longer breathe....
he's got my mind, i can no longer think!
And my heart, of course with him, it be.
Sometimes i wish i had it, but inside of me....
im glad its his...
maybe one day he'll see how much he needs me...
and once again...
we will be one, just as much love as i have for thee.
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