By Arcassin Burnham
Your love for me,
Is not right for me,
I could see our dreams,
floating into little pieces,
You need to be,
Away from me,
I don\'t want to
The epitome,
of your love that is not right for me,
I don\'t want you to fight for me,
You\'re just a memory,
Get off of me,
Your the past to me,
Please understand my plea,
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No future is upon us nor has God even spoken,
About the ones who made it,
Only a few have been chosen,
I\'m talking about the rapture honey,
I\'m not a scientist,
If you pay me enough I\'ll be your personal
Psychiatrist,
are you listening
is there something in your mind
the skies are clearly brightening
love we\'re running out of time.