Lovesick
A tale of a man's quest for companionship
I must confess love is constricting confusion
Just when you are happy you find something's missing
An obsidian stone, its true beauty seen within
Zealously I search for you in my seclusion
All true love is an overwhelming adrenaline
Love's grace, drops, stops, and pounds hearts beating like clockwork
I've soul searched and I left a part of me with you
Mind or matter, it is both, one or the other
Damn these beautiful women making me love sick
All these fish in the sea you're the only one I see
And so I conclude love is cruel when you only know
Their is one who holds the crue to your rotting soul
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