The look in your eyes
The frown on your face
Your grand disguise
So out of place
and we are here
So says the map
Now it's so clear
No idea where we're at
Quivering lips
Dry to to the kiss
Hands on your hips
Enough of this
No more childish games
Not with my heart
No more calling names
or pulling me apart
Done with this doubt
This thought in my head
I didn't mean to shout
Roll over, back to bed.
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