Wandering by lonesome;
I run into him
He's making a joke to someone
He does that alot
He turns his attention to me
And makes me smile
He couldn't let me be my quiet self?
He keeps making me laugh
Until we both can't breath
I can't stop it
It's like a diease
That he has
And brings it upon anyone;
Anyone he sees
I can't help but laugh
And this is where it all goes away
Where my twisted tears
Are dry and I'm laughing
Just with him
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