Alone, the air is chill, two minutes to midnight...then LeGourde showed up:
Midnight Blues' Frappuccino
"What??...who's there.??"
Is that you?, or a dying breath.?
I wake up in a puddle of sweat,
alone in a room with a warmless bed.
I take a look at my arms.
I take a look at my chest .
Where are the passionate scars you made?,
they're fading away.
I just prayed to God
for strenght and relief.
To accept the lady's decision
no matter what that is.
Gotta get some sleep,
anyway, what for.??
The only thing I do is work.
A social life?!?, I have non.
LeGourde
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