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Verse 1:
I wanna write you a song (yuh)
But every word strikes me as wong
And mind you, I’m torn
Cuz all of these thoughts are tied loosely
I ain't sure 'bout what rhymes I should form
Trying to form
The right metaphors
The right similes
But my pencil is blunt
I wanna write you a song (yuh)
But every word strikes me as wong
We’re the fire underwater (mm)
Wrestling death, never to die
Our love lives though aloof by
A 1372 miles
God, I pray and hope that you get this message
I pray my wifi’s connected
I pray that Gift writes this well
'Cause God knows that I
Love you so much that I can’t simply text it
I can’t even say it!
I’m not articulate it enough to
Process this love and relay it!
God knows I hate it!
I wish you were so we’d kiss
And my lips and my heart would convey it!
I wish you were here!
It’s just too much to bare
We’re so smooth in our love though it’s brutally tough
Writer’s block stands between me and this song
My thumb’s going numb
Prayin it won’t lead to no losing...
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