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Excuse me miss,
but could I know your name?
I feel that after seeing your eyes
I won't ever be the same.
I fear that seeing your face
so bright when you smile,
and seeing your gentle grace,
and admiring your style,
has left me so drunk
that I'll loudly exclaim
that if I can't know you
I won't ever be the same.

Excuse me miss,
but could you be my flame?
I feel that after tasting you
I won't ever be the same.
You'd think after all these times
that I would have learned,
yet even though I knew your heat,
I'm left with nasty burns.
And even after all these burns
have become less inflamed,
I know that after feeling you
I won't ever be the same.

Excuse me miss,
but could I be your game?
I fear that after your done playing
I won't ever be the same.
You always made my heart dance
perhaps always by a string,
controlling it like a puppet;
just some useless thing.
After you decide to cut the strings
you can always claim
that after you ran through me,
I wont ever be the same.

Excuse me miss,
but could I be your blame?
I fear that after I bled for you
I won't ever be the same.
Even after watching me
crash so hard into the floor,
instead of helping pick up the pieces
you walked right out the door.
And painfully your malice burns,
like venom in my skin,
as I try to survive you
and someday start again.
Once all is said and done
and my heart's been completely maimed,
You will never see that
I won't ever be the same.

Excuse me miss,
but could I forget your name?
I feel like if I had never asked you
I wouldn't be the same.
Perhaps I would know less
without having learned
first hand how easily it is
to get so severely burned.
But also more innocent
not lacking faith in love.
Not ever screaming at the skies
searching for help above.
I can't ever take back
the asking of your name,
just know that if I hadn't asked,
then I wouldn't be the same.