So this is the end
My heart you rend
my one true best friend
and once again
It's my nightmare self to comprehend
As I feel you slip away
I try to get closer everyday
through the affection I display
or the words I say
but if words were weapons
I'd already be dead
bleeding and wounded
from the things you said
and I guess it doesn't matter
who you take to your bed
or maybe this is a product
of my irrational head
or maybe just a puddle
from a mild brainstorm
I'm no longer hot
only lukewarm
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