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Looking For Love
My insides are crying For once they’re not lying And hiding my fears Along with the tears I’ve suppressed and repressed For nigh on a year. At first I was happy, Maybe a little sappy. But you chose to forsake me, So I then mistaked me. I called into question My whole identity Which practically breaked me; And the hope I used to cope Is now dusted in arrears. I just want the rush again; I just want to love again. But I can’t find no available men I’m willing to let in. They treat me like a pawn, Lead me on, Call me at dawn, And just want to spawn. How can I go on? Without true passion, I’m thrashin’ ’With the dread I’ll soon be dead. So please help me along And sing a song I’ll find a guy Who’s set his gaze, his hazy sight On only me, the ghost in white. He would make his home with me And not feel he’s alone with me. It would mean a lot to me: I’ve been deprived of love, you see, For what feels like eternally. Now I can’t get enough, Can’t even find the stuff. I fear I’ll lose my lust for life, Replaced instead by spleen or spite. But my! How I despise a fight! Why? Because I’m such a light, Burning, blazing, blaring bright. I simply need a caring guy Who only wants to hide each night By my side, squeeze me tight, Take delight, and love me right.
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