Your Dreams are a Waste
Cramping up my Space
I look into your face
and I see a disgrace
Disgusted by your musing and the ire of your lips
I return to my study and I yearn for your kiss
A truth never spoken is a lie
And all men were born only to die
Hope never had a truer friend than me
All your cries can never climb the tree
The way is barren broken and torn
Your love will always be met with my scorn
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