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My head is pounding
but my heart hurts more
I want to cry, let it out
but I have to stay proud

Its my fault, and every time
I see your name
I can't help but smile

You make me feel alive
for the first time in a while
I can call myself happy

Except now, there's more to us
there's those little possibilities
they come to my mind
because people bring them up

Its called giving mixed signals
Could you be straight with me please?
I can't handle the questions
I know you said you like me

You said maybe, just not right now
So does that mean sometime in the future?

And for now I guess when I see you,
My heart will cry and I'll put on a nice fake smile





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