All the changing talk,
but where was the action..
When was I ever going to get,
that mind blowing reaction..
It was like a minus,
without the pain of the subtraction..
Like a divide,
without the grief of the fraction..
It was as though my heart,
was having an extraction..
What happened to all that longing feeling,
of emotion and satisfaction..
I guess your heart began to develop a miserable,
lonely, frail distraction..
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