In here, inside
a fresh cantaloupe with a blissful Sunday morning
in here, inside me
some side apart from whatÂ’s been said
it lives
partly diseased in a cloud of misconcepted moments
if I don't wait for you
I'd be building a thousand reasons to graduate your prick side from me
and if we walk away
I'd erase a thousand nights, in a transcending blissful journey
it was great, now goodbye
you're a dull fragrant of a lover's continuous fight
I'll end it all
I'll end it all
I'll end it all
in here, inside
making myself, and a child of mine

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