All this time, years gone, and g, I can never move on from domme morrigan
The few hours where our affinite spirits settled down, coming home
All this time, I’ve blamed other women, for using you to get to me, in jealousy
I called them jealous, but g, how could they not be touched by you, as I of your beauty
Now proved it’s me, I’m sorry I insulted your self esteem, I’m just a wannabe
And in my love for you, g, that I’d insult your beauty shows I love you selfishly
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