Disease
When day turns to night
I have to pray with all my might
You tell me you love me
This is where you want to be
Life is good for you
But we have yet become two
The past is the past
You have to leave it for us to last
Your bandaid is old
I know you're tired of being told
My heart smiles during the day
At night I don't even know what to say
I try to learn, I try to help
You're back and forth makes me yelp
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