When my heart is close to the end
Only then it seems then you'res begin
Tilted pulses down the will
To make it any more
Pass me on, lay me off
Easily i'm dusted,
Needing more you punch the floor
When I am not around.
Cleverness you hide through fear
I see it, don't you know,
I'm limited though in how i store it,
I can't look after this anymore
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