I’m going to pick from the tree
Of glee! And misery. Waiting for thee
To maintain the disdain of pain
The game is lame. Same brain
Drain…
Free winds of sea scents spent
On bedridden knee
She weaves new lies, despise
My disguise. I’m surprised
I’ve felt this good before
The door is blocked
Can’t you see?
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Let your guard down, bro 