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Her eyes are like beaming light through the end of a long tunnel/

The darkness represents and means shes undergone trouble/

Once you eventually reach the light it was just someone shining a torch as the thunderstorm rumbles/

So now youre confused and broken thinking wheres the person that owned the torch has he gone and did he perform struggles/

Or did she fucking devour his soul aswell and hes also on the lost path looking too reform troubles/

In the distance i see something on the floor next too a house too me it looks like worn knuckles and scorned muscles/

Its remains, possibly that of the guy holding the light too bad we dont have forged shovels/

Maybe he died attempting too staunch hustles, im dragging the body as the porch crumbles/

There goes anychance of figuring out who this guy is as im forced around puddles/

I wonder if anyone heard his screams then i found a round muzzle i guess his sounds muffled/

My guess is he was bound and crumpled while letting out a profound mumble/

I then slowly start walking towards a slight sound of rubble/

The rains getting so heavy its flooding the tunnel, i need too escape before i drown from the fucking struggle/

I try too gain acess too her heart and become a loving couple but downpour causes rushing trouble because its now more than a gushing puddle/

It pushes me out into this river in a suffering jungle its still thundering subtle/

Im uttering as shes stuttering a chuckle, i guess im becoming humble in her decisions too fucking buckle/

In the sense of leaving her heart open but abandoning me its a cunning hustle that has me running till i fucking stumble/

If you dont understand this its because the whole things a metaphor on how lovings troubled when somethings doubled/

These days we just replace shit if its broken instead of trying too fix it i guess it comes with struggle/

I guess this shit sums up loves rebuttal as cupid shoves and chuckles/