My soul is slowly flying away.
My flesh is just a decore and is just standing in its way.
Blocking her from the happiness she seeks so much.
Getting closer and closer but still can't touch.
The force is to strong being happy to me seems wrong.
The closer I get to happiness the futher it runs away.
Will we ever be side by side?
Will I ever wake up with happiness and be ready to ride.
NO
God don't want to see me that way .
He wants to see me miserable praying that death come my way.
I have something to tell you.
YOU WON
JETTA BABY
 
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