i wish i could call you nobodys home
but i can't so i wrote you this poem
i wanna roam but there's no where i can go
how i miss you so
will my bedroom be my tomb
i know you miss me too
when i get rich please don't sue
i'm no good at pitching woo
he starts screaming just cause he heard a pigeon coo
i have nothing to do
i still love him like a fool
he looks like ghoul
but he gave me some jewels
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