If you could peek inside my heart
If you could crack the shell apart
It is him, it is him
Who always have a privilege to reside
If you could swim in my floating mind
If you could hear my desperate whine
It is him, it is him
Who keeps playing fool around
If you ask who always catches my eyes
If you wonder who affects me so much
It is him, it is him
Who strangely has a spotlight wherever he goes
If only I could erase his addictive warmth
If only I'm not too fascinating by his smile
But it is him, it is him
Who keeps growing his reign over my soul
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