I see you
I know what you're doing to me
still, I can't stop wondering "why only me?"
I find amazing how sometimes people like to
touch what they know it's going to burn
it's amazing how a tiny, but realistic part of me
tells me to let you go for good
still, the rest of me
loves the adrenaline rush
whenever you say a meaningless "hey there"
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