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It has become customary for me to have someone laying in my bed ; to keep me warm when my covers can't
I guess its on set delusions in my head
That tricks me into believing this is what I need ,even if its from an ain't shit man,knowing what I know
Why do I allow him into my bed,to soak up my juices and eat of my bread
Receiving and deceiving 
Playing mind games with my head; and I never get a thing no comittment and no ring
Conversations about emotions are revoked when leaving my lips traveling to his ear
 Who am I to blame if I keep doing the same thing 
 That lands me right where I am
 Time after time
 I see potential and run with it
 Without checking his credentials 
 I hear struggle and pain 
Thinking he just need someone like me, cause I can change everything
Only to find out he was never a broken man but a breaker of hearts , have me wishing I knew this from the start
But maybe I did ,maybe my need to be needed or my desire to be wanted
Is the reason I find myself right back here again dealing with an ain't shit man

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