What happened to the times,
When you used to hold my hand,
Take me a for many of rides,
On the 'magic bed',
We were always together,
No matter what,
We stuck by each other,
Through the stormy weather,
But now my hands a cold,
The 'magic bed' is getting old,
Any livliness in our lives?
How about sword fighting,
with knives?
Then you could stick it through
my heart,
Like when you tore
our relationship apart,
Being unfaithful,
and all that comes with,
Im now unstable,
I need a lending hand...
 
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