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Look how stressed that i've became, Its been nothing but pain
Cause you are not the same, Somehow i became the blame
The confusion in my brain, Cause you been hard to change
Dramatically you've changed, Too hard for me to obtain
Its like the coldest winter ever, Ice all on my window
Can you talk to me a little without mixin up your signals
Every second that im with you, Like your shoudlers gettin cold
Its hard to touch when your temperatures droppin lower.

I'm curious. I wanna know how you look without your dress,
when your makeups off your hairs a mess, on top of me kissin' my neckkk mmssss.