Can she tear me inside
while pushing my mind?
To open up and say,
"Over here!"
She has to know a way
to open up and say,
"I like you too,
here I am!"
Well I'm workin' hard boo.
Hope you are too.
Like flowers that bud
at dusk.
Or I feel like a dud.
My face in the mud.
Your destiny now sings
of my grace.
With harmony, dawn brings
your memory that sings,
while eating an orange
under the sun.
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