No matter how many of these that I write
It won’t be enough, you’re already in white
Already in white, but you don’t wear a ring
How could I think of her, Ding-a-Ling!
I’m not sure why you remained open
Guess that’s the way you were copin’
Maybe you knew her too well
So then you found me, What the hell?!
I came to you without a problem, it seemed
Just made a hard choice, and I screamed
To talk to somebody who cared
Was how we had both got ensnared
Soon I went often to you
You were an addiction and glue
There was something deeper at stake
‘Twas a difficult monster to shake
You killed it, and you did not miss
I thought you hit me and shook fists
Desire’s not cut out to be
Something possessed, …but Free!
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