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I usually love it when we kiss,

but this is different, I don't know why.

Because with each touch of your lips,

it tastes like you're saying goodbye.

Boy I don't understand why I feel

like you're pulling away from me.

With each I love you that you say

is accompanied by bitter-sweet Brandy.

I stare deep into your eyes,

hoping they'll show me I was wrong.

But all I see is fear and pity,

telling me you felt this way all along.

I reach out to touch you,

just to lay my hand on your arm.

But you yank away and turn your back,

peaking my "something is going on" alarm.

WHy won't you dare to look to long,

or to be with me alone.

Why don't you want to go out anymore,

or even drive me home?

I don't want to sound like I'm whining,

or that i need you in my life....

But without you I feel like I'm drowning

on myself and my bones are leadened with strife.

I feel like the other shoe is about to drop.

or the last one to know the punch-line.

To feel like I'm the only person in your life,

but having girls tell me you aren't even mine.

 I'm sick and tired of waiting for that other shoe,

and feeling like I'm losing my breath.

So I'm leaving you first before you get the chance,

to deliver the Kiss of Death.