There were two loves to the right of me and one in the front.
My eyes searchin’ and mind turnin’
My only window is a mirror
All I see are eyes shut
Respect has gotten the best of me with no room to stand up
Head tired, hands hurting, heart aching
I begged for her to be my voice

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jason is a poet... i like it son.
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