To me you are a theif
what you stole from me is unexplainable
what you took is verbal
I want to so badly vanish
When I think about what you stole
It was so urgent
I had no time to think
So you did your part
And i did mine
it felt like torture
when I saw you
and i don't know why
i was always just so shy
but when i found the nerve
to tell you what you stole,
it felt like a dart
rushing through my heart
yes
that is it
you have stolen...
my heart
^.^
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