Unsatisfied.

Lay down staring at the ceiling concentrating,

shot by cupid in the heart &

I can feel the bullets penetrating,

once was enough, the situations not worth imitating,

so I'll keep my love locked down, locked up, incarcerating.

My heart's like water, what's left is evaporating.

I'll hate myself for it, but it's necessary,

there'll be no debating.

Umma be heartless, but the situations like masturbating

I've done this to myself.

Because I've left this, these things happen.

Searched for ____________

never did I find satisfaction.

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