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Premature feelings Sadistic dealings I no longer want these (cuss)ing feelings Make it easier to handle Make my bull.... so I don’t have to handle Confronting that I do not want her That maybe I never loved her That like all the others She was just a .... and conquer My four point girl sex Body, soul, heart, mind Perplexed, the very things I wish to find Maybe it’s the distance Maybe it’s the unspent instants The time away from her The withdrawal and time I stay from her Maybe it’s the toll of the role she had to play Maybe it’s the toll of the roll of death’s card she had to play Cause my bull.... left her no voice to speak out I left her no choice but to sneak out On her own making difficult decisions Running around on her covert missions Bobbing and weaving All the lying and deceiving Leaves more than just a scar on her heart How do I beg and try to start To tell her that I’m sorry Nothing I say could quell her worry Not there to hold her hand Not there to try to stand Tall and protect my love Served as another cage to Trap another beautiful dove Right now my apologies don’t mean .... Promised to stand by her and never quit But when she needed my strength Happy to stand on the other side of the fence I breathed a sigh of relief Happy to be oceans away while the thief Stole my baby’s innocence And robbed us of our baby’s presence