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Glancing through this purple haze
this confused mix of pleasure and pain
you see a class clown with mysterious eyes
a wanna be bubba with the cutest smile
and though your mind is not sure
and your heart is a little insecure
you step through this crack in reality
and fall onto a bed of trust
in this deception you find a confidante
as you allow me to taste your soul
which saturates me with blinded friction
as I feel your very cold hands
quickly you see the not so innocence in my face
and question my funky emotions
wishing for a shooting star
to show you all the right answers
because I can’t relate to your immortal love
which pretty boy floyd has corrupted
this sexual goddess has stole your devotion
and now you can’t reclaim cupid’s arrow
and I don’t feel special anymore
we’re both feeling burned down
because of some cold hands
because we both do care
about you immortal love turned mortal
by me this sexual goddess
this wanna be bubba with the cutest smile
this class clown hiding in a purple haze
with mysterious eyes and a not so innocent face
  
Rebecca Harlow