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I can't make much sense of right or left,

ever isnce you returned home, you left,

went to report a theft and fill out a form,

in additional notes just blame the storm,

madness is swallowing me whole, can't stop,

replaying all our memories, so i turn to pot,

even after Massa, who is no where to be read,

cause that's all Massa was, only text me instead,

we were much more though, i thought we were supposed,

such a great body under those clothes, plus you were close,

actually called me and texted me daily,

like i was your lord and you were an Israeli,

i can't get these memories to leave my mind,

i can't wait until i put all this grieving behind,

some kind of urge pulls me when you don't try,

i know i could be over you if only i just keep tryin.