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My eyes on my phone
In shadows my soul lies
My heart is cold
And my mind sighs
My chin soaked in tears
My love to her was a problem
Grant me the chair
And I shall sit to solve them
But no she said
My heart’s not yours
And my eyes turned red
Then a smoker asked me, “what brand of weed is yours? “
Though in her smiles I see something,
Something more beautiful than the stars.
But in darkness has she locked me in,
And sorrow telling me “HI” from a distance.
Let all truth be false
And all lies be true
For the bridge to her heart, I couldn’t cross
And to her, my love has no proof.