grooming me.

since last i love you word,

i can't take myself out.

i feel more awkward ,

i really out to shout.

you're my song, you're my jazzy,

but then i lost you, in a box and lonely.

i don't have another you, i forget how to groom,

without any you, i reach my place straight to my room.

and late night love song doesn't make sense anymore,

without you, without us more.

google-able.

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