when
i think of you
which
i always do
this
all just seems so meaningless
the
girl that i miss
never
kissed
unless
they were stolen kisses
it’s
been so long
since
you inspired the song
that
got everybody caring about
what
i had to say
the
dark streets of decay
write
a volume of poems
sell
several copies
get
famous
but
beyond the celebrity
there
is just me
the
guy who spied with his little eye
his
only glimpse of happiness
then
created this long drawn out bullshit
to
mask the pain
constant
refrain
attaching
to a philosophy
that
decrees
nothing
matters
i
was shattered
in
tatters
a
vagabond
homeless
on love’s avenue
everyone
misconstrued
thought
i viewed
the
world through
the
eyes of genius
on
their praise
i
couldn’t graze
i
wrote metaphors
from
my daze
i
had never been in love
until
you glazed
my
honey baked ham
everything
before was a sham
and
everything after
a
disaster
as
i tried to replace
the
face
with
the disgrace
of
sampling everything
but
nothing tastes
like
you
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