Gym
I am no friend of him
an aquaintance based on hate
Everyday
Running away
and he's always making me weight
I keep my chin - up
as I do my pull downs
at his place,
and I wonder why
I come here
as the blood rushes
up to my face
then a glimpse in the mirrors
check out the muscles and
the six pac he
created for me
Gym
all is forgiven
you're my very best mate
why don't you
come over for tea
no ?
oh well same time tomorrow
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