Take me back to a loft in Brooklyn.
The last time I felt loved and secure about who I loved.
Has it really come to this?
Is it too much to ask to have the person I care about?
Is it too much to ask to have the person I care about?
To have my skin accepted as I heal?
For promises to be kept?
For respect and love to prevail?
Why is life making this so difficult?
Has it really come to this?
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