Gone like the wind
Leave everything you've taken
My heart was rightfully yours
Your done with the small claims
Time will tell you the threshold was real
Didn't need to hear it consistently
I didn't need an adlib
All it we needed for you to be upfront
Blunt
Not leaving me in question
It hit the fan
You took flight while I waited on the clear port
I am here for you
Quit the studdering, now where's the fault
My heart I cross for only god loves me the way I love myself
No pain is greater when love someone more than yourself
William K. Butler
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