the little voice in my head wont let me forget
the little voice in my head is never misted
all of this noise is what keeps me from making a mess
the little voice in my head just wont let me get with you
when i see you i admit
i start to losee my grip and all of my cool
you smell so sweet just like my perfume
what have we been doing sence i left you
youve always there in my thoughts
but that dosent mean that it's on
this made me cry when i was writhing it, you know come poems can be so emotional when you write them



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