Be It

Earned it
That thing called disappoint
Called repoint me,
Called reorient me,
Called Justin me,
Bieber is the believer that
Walks with me,
I swear I could swear no
More not by earth or by
My piety or this great lonely
City.
Lonely it waits for the sound
Of cool air to stay upon my face,
I was smashed,
I was high,
I was a crack pipe guy,
Under the bridge I tried
To stay in these angel waves,
In the way you came over
And sat with me,
Be it never the same again,
Alone makes me feel less pain
And pain is the only way I
Can learn

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