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Nothings working out now, I second guess my motions.
I've seem to lost my footing, in midst all this commotion.

I thought I made you love me, least that was my notive.
But it seems your mind was working, on some other motive.

You up and turned around, left me where I'm standing.
(I'm gona work on this later I = not even in a good enough mood to work on poetry)