Self-Talk

Nobody but nobody taught me to love,
I showed my girl all the sympathy 
I could muster, 
I realize I'm not the best at it, Buster. 
Cluster after cluster going through all
The chakras like some kind of yogini master.
My heart reveals nothing but pain,
Nowadays I'm dry on love because
I'm playing sain. 

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