I'm trying to trust-not to turn on the past
And even to force myself to love her.
Im finding it hard and it goes to slow.
And my paranoya was not my own fault.

Lying on the bed and holding on the phone,
As more as we're talking i feel not heart,but stone.
As more as she's saing she loves me,
As more as she kisses me quitley,
As fast as she wants to be mine,
At least i've found my brain on the time.

Melancholies,stresses,dipressions,
Self-control,i'm losing possesions.
My god,here's me looking for past
And loosin control of my trust...


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