3 o'clock low
midday, you filled my heart with joy and passion...you said you liked me and i believed you...i feel like i am the one, chest stuck out, feeling mighty...1pm, things not adding up...what you said is not what i think you really meant...coming down off the high i once felt...thinking thoughts not pure of what once was...
2pm, you made a fool of me...i see i was not that love, was just a convenience to you...there when you needed me to talk to, the sword cuts so deep...still laying there knowing i was the intended victim...let me go in peace please...
let this be my end, my 3 o'clock low......
-Edward Orlando Griffin
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