Strong Apocalypse
She left me with agony,
with an image tough to cope
It seemed that of an cliffhanger
the imagery to unseen to grope.
My baby's motives:
were shaky at the time
Her heart was racing
like a horse on steady rhyme
Baby I am wondering ?
what is this uproar ?
was it you, me,
or the man next door ??
Your intent was wrong,
our love is bright
baby dont bring this home;
I dont want to fight.
Come on in sit abow.
lets relieve you of
this fury growl.
Frustration is running,
I'll give you time cope
I'll give you time to see
I'll relieve you of
this deranged agony
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