Sickening still and sick as I rot
You belittling still and filling me with rocks
It's like I'm driving a 18 wheeler on a dock
Drop me across seas deeper than your thoughts but the part that I been waiting for has been out of stock
You killing us all every part of my heart
Every part that matters once to race back to the start
When we first laid eyes when we hit go on ya mark
Foolish as we go lovers luck if there's no depart
I want to know if you'll be by my side when my side is dark
©pluto_
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