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I saw him again,
The sweating of my hands,
The stuttering of my tongue,
And the feeling was still there.
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This game is getting out of control,
And I need to catch myself before I fall.
I don’t know what’s wrong and what’s right,
But I know I’m happy when you’re by my side.
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She’s the kind of girl who stays in the sideline,
And she never wished for that bright spotlight.
She just observes the world silently from the distance,
Hoping for someone to give her even a single glance.
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Well, I never remember buying a ticket
To have a joyride in your confused mind.
And I never studied psychoanalyzing
To read your all-over-the-place thoughts.
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All that promises that were broken,
All the lies you believed in,
It will make sense someday.
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Sweet smiles, glowing eyes,
That’s how I saw you before.
Faithful years to flowing tears,
Darkness took over light.
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I look at the stars
And hear your voice from afar.
Remember the times we had?
It had been a while.
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An ordinary girl trying to live an extra ordinary life. Nineteen and currently enjoying the excitement of being a student in a local college...)
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I Hate What I Feel
I saw him again,
The sweating of my hands,
The stuttering of my tongue,
And the feeling was still there.
He didn't change much.
He still had that effect on me.
I was happy when I saw him again
But I hate what I feel.
I hate those eyes that stare on me.
And I hate to hear his voice.
I hate the way he talks to me,
Coz I wish that time could freeze.
He was back on my world,
And he still had a space on it.
I was still trapped in the memories,
And I hate what I feel.
I hate the way I care for him,
And I hate him coz he didn't mind.
I hate when his laughter fill the air,
Coz I wish that I could laugh with him.
I hate to smell his old perfume,
Coz it irritates my nose.
And I'll miss it when he leaves again,
And I hate to feel this way.
I hate him coz he showed up again,
And I can't help to fall again.
I hate coz he was so numb,
And he didn't feel the same.
The last thing that I hate about him,
He made me fall and love him,
And he didn't care to catch me,
And he didn't know it hurts.
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