What has become of me,
As I set my demons free,
One look into my face,
Push away, your taking to much space.
I felt your pain,
I see you going insane.
But, I wasn't the first one to see you like this.
But I bet my lips, you will miss.
Why are we playing these games again,
You know I will always be your friend.
Sorry to see you leave this way,
But in the end you will be okay.
©terrylin53
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