Poem With No Rhyme

[00:00.30] She is so fucked up
[00:05.38] And it freaks me out
[00:11.97] She is so messed up
[00:16.53] Always finds something to worry about
[00:23.83] She cries on cue
[00:28.62] Ain't that a sad thing to do?
[00:35.21] She is so fucked up
[00:40.29] She's a constant source of pain
[00:46.91] Now I decide to xxxx her further up
[00:51.93] And flush my past down the drain
[00:58.57] I'm on the edge from too much thinking
[01:04.86] I'm on the verge of dying of too much drinking
[01:12.42] I'm a poem with no rhyme
[01:24.22] I'm a victim of a crime
[01:35.88] I'm a writer with no pen
[01:45.09] Desperately searching for ways to write again
[02:02.00] Could someone please unlock my heart?
[02:06.73] Cause I'm caught in a tragic spell
[02:13.56] She's my favorite work of art
[02:18.66] My own personal hell
[02:24.19] She cries on cue
[02:30.72] Ain't that a sad thing to do?
[02:39.28] I'm a poem with no rhyme
[02:50.88] I'm a victim of a crime
[03:02.76] I'm a writer with no pen
[03:11.03] Desperately searching for ways to write again
[03:29.33] So she's seeing another man
[03:33.64] I'm not lost; I just don't know who the hell I am
[03:40.87] I'm on the edge from too much thinking
[03:47.15] I'm on the verge of dying of too much drinking
[03:54.39] I'm a poem with no rhyme
[04:09.38] I'm a victim of a crime
[04:20.84] I'm a writer with no pen
[04:29.76] Desperately searching for ways to write again
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