I hold your hand to feel compassion
The things you wear are all in fashion
I love your top and ripped up jeans
Everything on you its all a scene
Something about you defines you different
Maybe its just your weird movement
Your not like anyone else
And you have a funny smell
What is it that makes me twirl
Is it things that makes me swirl?
Your one delicate person that I shall not lose
I just hoped our life is young and booze
But I know that we are both old now
nothing can turn back that clock any how
I wish you luck in your future death
and I love you I say with my last and only breath
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