I'm not addicted, I'm just committed
Our hands tied together are just fitted
I basically know that we have words to say
No matter what the situation, we'll find a way
And we have for that matter, different methods
With corrected electives that's a bit selective
But understandable
We clench shut like mandibles
Tightly wound, very sound
I was lost. Then found
Very grateful
She keeps me together: she's my staples
Keeps me grounded, keeps me lifted
It's different. It's special. Gifted.
No particular reason why I'm saying this
Just because she's my bliss.
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