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What You Do To Me
I can't explain why I lay awake at night
Or why I find my self crying
Or why I feel so worthless
I don't know why
I cant understand myself
Why I say the things I mean to say
And why I do the things I mean to do
I don't know why
Why am I frowning when I should be smiling?
And crying tears of sadness insted of happiness?
Why do I feel so much pain?
I don't know why
I am confused
Feel claustrophobic in wide open space
Takeing a free-fall off of a cliff
suspended inches from the jagged rocks
And I don't know why.
whew that was some stuff right there. bravo bravo!!!! It's probably the way I'll feel if I ever see the basterd they call my father. Only it might be cool to meet the other person whose blood flows through my veins. anyway great job. You really got me thinking