your face......naive and confused..
your hands soft and deft...
skillfull in your own opinion ...but no magic for me....
the right choice..eveyone says...encourages...
but i feel like a creep...feel like i'm screwing you over...
leading you on to a place where you would never reached ...except you met me...
Karma Police got me more than once...but this is what you get..this is what you get...
trust such a cliched word...the thin line...life altering...
i don't ...anymore...and this is what you get...
go away to your happy place...leave my dashboard...go away...
i say boy ...there is no magic...no spark ..no passion...no romance...left anymore....
i can't take it anymore....useless existence....a social smile ...
was thinking last night....felt the blues creep in....my hands tied...
not your fault....but i can't see my green anymore...my green is battered after fighting and struggling to keep up its shade...
your white bekons me ...tempts me....but i shoudn't...
i should let you be....go away...go...go...to your happy palce...to the place where people still speak ...not with eyes and not with hands...
the place where alls practical...painted real...my place is an illusion...
my place doesn't last for too long....go...go away...i won't
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