The difference between you and me is that I free my time to see you, whereas you only see me in your free time.
Changing plans upon me like a moody weather changes seasons, it should be a crime.
The more I write this, the more I cry, the more I tire, the more it seems to rhyme.
Don’t leave me waiting for a last minute change of heart, I know you’re busy but so am I
You don’t need to create a story or any form of creative literature, I can take it, just don’t lie.
You’re begging for my love, in fact, you’re craving it just as I am craving your touch
Oh baby, sweet lady, be mine and ill be yours, just don’t get too caught up living,
That I am left behind in the storm.
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