I no longer have clothes in a Bordeaux
Left alone on a hill of lemons
I understand why your taking it slow
Because my life is riddled with demons
Its hard to breath at times
I recollect you from the past
You step foot in my dreams and sing me a soundtrack for my dreams
Will I be stagnant or unsurpassed?
A marble composition book holds my thoughts
I've been classified a danger to myself
Will I just be trash you toss?
Understand you, I need you; please don't put me on the shelf
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