It's always you that come to mind.
Your smile, your eyes, it's stuck on rewind.
Replay then pause, and do it again.
I could talk all day but I don't even know where to begin. It's clear to me what's next, what's true. But also I somehow don't have a clue. It's you, yet this is still new. I'm up, I'm down, I'm red, I'm Blue. For you, just you, And then all of them. My first, My past, my last, my best, my thrill, my curse, my dream, my next. What's that? You? Or just me...alone. Unmotivated, under appreciated, over confident, lost. Very obvious I have to work on me more. With that said, my hand is inches from knocking on your door.
Soon.
Poem by. Dom L'Amour
Produced by Dom L'Amour
Cover art by Studio Mania: Custom Art @studiomania99
Transition Music from Mad Chops Vol. 1 and Mad Chops Vol. 2 by Mad Keys
and
from Piano Soul Vol.1(Loop Pack) by The Modern Producers Team
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