I slowly crept into your room
Wearing nothing but my smile.
I thought I would toy with your mind
But I wanted to stay for a while.
I sat in the chair and watched you
Sleeping so tenderly.
Nude with a touch of sheet
Begging for my tendency.
I had it all mapped in my head
But now I see you I’ve changed my plan.
I know you want another woman
And I, another man.
Why must one of us die?
Why do we lose our life?
The tendency is to take a bitch
Then make the nice one our wife.
I remove the duct tape from your mouth
Then the belt that holds your hands.
My dream of taking over this situation
Has had a sudden change of plans.
I am the darkness that took your breath
The conspiracy in which you speak.
The reason your tongue was split in half
And I’ve decided that you’re weak.
I lean over the bed and kiss your cheek
Tired of all my defeats.
I’m taking the couch in the living room
You may keep your dirty sheets.
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