What's There

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Dripping down my eyes
Were those lies that reside deep down my heart
Leaving great scars
Stealing away my beautiful smile
Silent now my style

Dragging me down this line
Couldn't believe it !all this while
All baked so i could din!
Why was i so blind
Sipping drinks of poison
Now subjected to constant meditation

Closing my eye to fun
What the use!
It was all a dues! i guess
Screaming your name in my conversations
Now!you made me a dish washer 
Thanks for the ride

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