I will stand on the podium of truth,
with my hand on my heart.
And tell you from the bottom of my empty heart,
I have fallen in lust many of times before.
But when I tell you this,
I want you to be different.
I want you in anyway shape or form.
I cannot stand the torment,
just decide.
Decide if I am your rock or leaf.
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