Hey, you. You fuck me up. Throw ashes in my eyes until I am blind and I go running around like some stupid freak that’s out of his mind. What’s these signals? Your old faded signs point in every direction and why’d you call me last night? When I’m around you want to run away, but when your feelings are strong you can’t find the words to say how you’d like to tackle me underneath the shadows of the trees by your house as long as no one found out. You’re living like a thief if you refuse to believe what your body tells your brain to do. |
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