the lips of my cup is warm
it ease my freezing loneliness a little
i wish your here,
i wish you care this poor woman
the woman you don't want to stay with
for in all your nightmares she appears
but i don't want to disturb you
i don't have the right to do that, i know
yet i can't help it, i need your arms
here in my poor cliffing neck
and the real warmth of your breath
that drives away this unending folornness
i'm but crazy, i'm dingy, i guess
only besitos and yuki knows this
i'll be nutty as fruit cake
i'll be an unsound mind,
if you won't come now, now that
i need you warmth my soul in desire
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