need constant rotation, i like conversation but mostly i keep to self i said
can't muster the fight, so i'll just be polite and take my reply to the grave instead/
a petrified forest with fruit ripe to pick if you could decipher through all of the shit
i tried with a smile, tries met with denial and came back speakin bout callin it quits/
eyes of the storm, i look into warm and hope to receive the same back in embrace
the tornado i hugged, but it gave me a shrug and threw me and hope right back into our place/
face it, her stare, can't ignore... medusa's hair my fav-o-rite place to explore
chasin the danger the place of a stranger is changed to a daily array of amor/
if war is the answer i'll dance around bullets, then takin the lead as she's followin suit
no matter the chance of disaster i'm after her worst and still be callin it cute/
stab if you have to i'll languish in pain, in love with the fact you delivered the change
if nothing is different, i'll pluck through the visions and hopefully grab the right one in exchange/
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