every thing was swell on open grounds
when the genuine you were around,
and i still dont believe the truth that you are a lier
but then now you have bored deep into your lair,
clammed up in your shell
while i am in your personal hell,
i guess spring went away too soon
and it is evening before noon.
leaving me on my own
and turning my planet upside down.
where in space are the communication sattelites
and where in this darkness are your bright lites?
i believed in your shine,
but then you took back sunday
it aint our holiday
no more,
and that is for sure .
thought they were mine.
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