She says I'm declining in optimism--
Making her feel imprisoned
She asks me what's wrong
I've been sad for so long
It's her
She's bringing me down
It's her
Making me frown
It's her
She's effecting my optimism--
Making me feel imprisoned
I can't tell her what's wrong w/ me
She's so blind and she can't see
It's her
The way that she looks at me
She just won't let me be
I'm caged, now where's the key?
Somebody set me free.
I've fallen into her sea
of pain and misery
I've fallen down to my knees
Begging you, won't you please
Come here and set me free
It's her
She's bringing me down
It's her
She's making me frown
It's her
Reason for writing:
Guess...
Birth sign: Pisces
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