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I'm getting beside myself
I've met my match
Someone that puts their self before me
It's hard but I'm willing
What do I have to lose
Hang on to the love
Or clang on to the blues
Sometimes I write
and sometimes I speak
I was in search for love
But all I found was this freak
Freaky with me, and freaky without
She can say she love you
But then the truth will come out
Loving herself is important (far most)
Loving me is second (of course)
You might only feel love when you are around
And  when  you leave her feelings will flip upside down.
But she can love so good
I mean so, so, good
I fell in love with the mental
So my body should do as it should
She love me
She loves me not
I'm thinking she cares
But she don't give a fuck
How do I know
It's written all over her face
I gaze into her eyes
and all I see is space
I'm not the apple anymore
There's another in my eyes
Can I be satisfied when I'm just the head
between her thighs
Maybe or maybe not
The revelation is near
It's the physical and  mental  part of her that I fear
She reminds me of me when I was her age
That means love is all right as long as the goals are obtained
The game is to be played
So throw in your chips
So much on the line now,
You think I gone quit
Hell no!  I'm in it to win it and never to lose
Where do we go from here?
I think I left enough clues.