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Once a good song, now dreaded,

once untitled, now it's headed,

once she's bedded and claimed it's over,

thanks to my home country i'm barely sober,

or maybe it's my fault, i must choose

the amount i drink but not what i lose,

a girl in Syracuse, Massa, my state, or Pennsylvania,

all count as the same deep in my cranium,

made of titanium so watch me fly,

even though you departed i won't die,

still want to try with the right girl, soon,

but now i'm willing to wait many new moons,

hot headed like a balloon, soon to pop,

i begged to go silently, you pleaded to stop,

so stop i did, back off and leave you be,

without ever thinking once where that would leave me.