A passion that ain't right
A soul grown desperate in a while
A craving, to have it this time
All say that you aren't true
I am aware and got the clue
You'll be my apocalypse indeed
Still tempted to do the deed
I try coming out of it
Something in you, I strive for it
Can't push out this hang over
No choice left, than to hand over
Previous encounters did make me count
Traces of it, still there and keeps me bound
Got to surrender and let it be
So, helplessly, I fall over for my destiny
another good one man...carry on d good work
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