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I am the man of sorts, you know,
And I can feel yours feelings flow,
And haven't mastered mine for now...
My love to you I did bestow.
What was my reason for such move ?
To you my love I'll never prove,
For you I'm but another buff,
So I am saying now - enough !
What was I thinking all that time ?
You were your own, never mine,
Sometimes all kind, in times all rough ...
But it's still such worthless stuff.
I am alone, I always was,
I am still living in the doze
That someone will accept my love ...
I will awaken, it's enough !
I'm tired of that endless fight,
I am no moth that will not bite
And crawl through your endless bluff ...
No more lying - it's enough !
I was the one to help you flight
And threw your past out of sight,
And yet it came to such a blight ...
In that I'm guilty - and still right.
I can forgive, I will forget
Of our past that makes me sad,
Such pretty looking, useless stuff...
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