This Funk.......
It is a smoldering, thick grey billowing feeling
Taking more than I have to give
It is disresprectful, and disregards my needs
This Funk........
It is like a massive hand suffocating me
I can't breath in it, I can't see in it, I can't be ME in it
It has some kind of hold on me
My cry for help spill invisible tears
The sound that resonate, fall on deaf ears
Somebody save me.........Anybody save me
From this Funk........
This Funk..........
The downside of Love,
It breeds......
This Funk..........
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