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Do you find pleasure in seeing me like this?
I stay up half the night talking to you,
Then I stay up the other half of the night thinking about you.
I see you, I melt.
I hear you, I melt.
I touch you, and I die.
The mind games you play
Are so cruel.
And every time I see you with another girl
My heart breaks, and I cry.
Do you care? No.
Do you notice? No.
Why?
Cause I’m not the girl of your dreams.
Well maybe you should look again,
Cause I really do think it is me.





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