My love for you is infinite and nigh
Though you might think, I am not high
I think about you and feel I can fly
Now you surely think, but I am not high
I come to you with wine and you run away
I call out to you asking por que
No response from you, and you do not stay
On my knees and crying, I shout out por que
Thirsty and miserable, I am now alone
Downing our wine, I know not to roam
Or cycle repeats, which I do not condone
Drunk and blacked out, I cannot roam
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