as the world turns its waking moment,
the hungry poet in me is confused and sedated.
why must i be in torture? when all my heart did was murmur,
the silent i love you's you never get to hear, will you ever?
i find myself lucky, i have a friend like you,
but i like you to be somebody's friend and not be mine.
i can feel somehow our hearts are intertwined,
im guilty, pleasurable, yes, and i hate the lies that surrounds the bliss.
i can't ask for your help about things coz its been you all along.
you'll just laugh at me, and might as well bid thee goodbye, so long.
but how long must i be in vain with this instincts that kills the song of love?
ah love, i hate it when it comes, insanely i can be, but why me?
i can knock you over and tell you, im the girl in the songs you hear,
or was i supposed to only be listening to the songs you meant for her?
why can't you stop me from running away everytime love comes near?
you're unfair, leaving me and the world as it is each hanging despair.
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