With each passing moment IT is slipping further and further past my fingertips.
IT is getting so far out that I am feeling its warmth less and less.
IT is getting so far out that its picture perfect image is becoming quite blurry.
I am reaching out for IT, but I can barely grasp IT.
I’m afraid that I am going to lose IT…
Already I feel defeated, but hope has whispered into my ear, “It’s not over until the Gorda Bitch sings her funky tune baby!”
Well then, I’m going into battle for IT, because IT, is worth fighting for!
Are you coming with? Let’s grab ahold of OUR LOVE!
Say you’ll never let me go, and I won’t let go.
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