Never thought I'd miss you,
now that you're gone,
Life is like getting lost when you think you know the way,
And I realize that it didn't work out but still it is there is that feeling,
Always all about details if you know what I mean
All that night fuss and getting lost in my own house,
Repeating and repeating discussions we had,
Endless times, I don't want to miss you anymore,
That loss makes me sick but you really cannot be erased,
And like tattoo ink you left a lasting impression,
My mind is mutilated , brains sear like steak
And when something goes wrong, pick yourself up,
but I'm missing something, so I look for it
Old love rusts, but it takes some time,
There is always that loss, the longing for solitude.
Do you want to dance with longing, or dwell on your life,
Have you been stuck in the past, and have you stayed there,
/>Did you drive me out of there and then write what was appropriate,
Loops without burden but the diamond that scratched,
And dreams are like glass, when they break it cuts, take a sip from me
/>pick up your glass and throw it, smashing at your desperation, doubts and ambition
love is blind huh? it's a good thing I don't see you,
do you know the blind desire of the crying clown,
I keep walking proud even though I'm a little down,
with blood on my knuckles and colgate on my teeth,
you were the closest I ever came to a soulmate.
Old love rusts, but it takes some time,
There is always that loss, longing for twoness.
Old love rusts, but it takes some time,
There is always that loss, longing to two-wayness.
Read between the lines of my unsent letters
It says that narcissism is the cement of love,
But if that is the truth, why are all my walls falling,
Do I have to build stone by stone according to the fixed procedure,
I worry overtime and then it became tangible,
Uh, I really don't hate you, no, I am rather grateful for your time
You body and like the rest that you shared, our conversations, the kinky text messages
Shit that you emailed that you see right down your nose, you can't appreciate it
But with a little distance, it can be
It's strange how everything changes, if you look at it again
What the duality but the possible chemistry:
Old love rusts, but it takes some time,
There is always that lack, longing for twoness.
Old love rusts, but it takes some time,
There is always that loss, longing for twoness.
Old love rusts, but it takes some time,< br/>There is always that lack, longing for twoness.
Old love rusts, but it takes some time,
There is always that loss, longing for twoness.
Old love rusts, but it takes some time,
There is always that lack, longing for twoness.

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