She’s here, she’s gone now
willing to ditch any time
how much it hurts me
she’s no longer here
she wants apologizes
stubborn or real nice?
it’s lonely in here
this machine I call my own
a big open space
the selfish gene’s here
it controls the machine now
no more spirit guide
I pray for the rain
hoping it will wash me down
into the darkness
but the sun shines through
in fact it beats down real hard
and makes my skin crawl
I really do love
the way the sun feels on me
it’s like a dessert
but I don’t really
but I do really like it
but who is talking?

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