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kinda
And it looks more like a tragedy, and less like a love scene,
Everytime, you forget to call me,
But I'm not one to make the little things, into big things,
So let me stop myself, stop this pain again.
You'll never understand,
I can't stop, these hands,
From touching you, and loving you.
It's all they are here for.
It's all they're made for.
Once again, feel alone,
Kinda cold, kinda sad,
A little upset, but not mad.
You're busy, I get it.
you don't want me.
Just admit it.
Winter nights, in my room
So much lov,e went unused.
Idle hands, empty mind.
They say love, can leave you blind.
And they couldn't be anymore right.
Because i feel that way, tonight.
