January 22, 2009
He's something i don't know.
He's something so right.
He makes me feel alive
In the dead of night.

He's nothing like before,
He's nothing I'll forget.
He's like the nicotine
In a thousand cigarettes.

He's what I want now.
He's what I'll always need.
And without him here,
I'll never be freed.

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