Mykhal Glass


Deep....... Kinda

O honey o honey why must you leave
The way that a circus might do
with no formal warning you left me to grieve
So with lovers I think that I’m thru
For goodness sake my soul you did take
And almost left me in tears
Now my life is in shambles like leaves with no rake
Opening my mind for my most intimate fears
Ill try to fight back but I’m tired and fraid I will lose

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