i am only a fragment of your imagination;
the things i do to you in your sleep and the ability i have to make you feel something ; i consider that lucky.
I make you human and you make me careless.
with the way were going I'd say that you are good enough to be my right now.
but you aren't who i want sleeping next to me, i don't want you to be the father of my children.
You're good for the girl that i'm leaving and the woman i am becoming;
i already have my eyes on the prize.
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