It hurts to know 
that you don’t want to know me 

So I write and I
write, but my rhymes are always

Your eyes are the
prison that my mind’s confined

The key was lost
on the day my pride led to
our divide.   

Written by Jungle.
(C) 2022, all rights reserved.

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