Nobody could know you like I know you.
Nobody could love you like I do.
I won't begin to bullshit you baby,
You know me too well you could see right through.
I dig your love.
Your such a sweet, sweet, sweet sweet baby, yea your a sweet thing.
Just the right take, just the right give.
Honey we ain't busy dying.
Honey we're busy just tying to live.
I dig your love.
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Poetry & Lyric of a death obsessed megalomaniac with an inferiority Complex.
PoetryA collection of poems & lyric that became songs. By a once, "closet poet". Was this person mentally stable when he wrote some of these?. Is this a reflection of someone's life and feelings, or just, "made up for impact, effect, and reaction? The wri...
