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I sit here alone

dreaming of you

wishing you were here

even though I know what you do.



When your away

I know what your doing

breaking my heart all over again.

I don't know why I still want you.



You make my mind scream.

It's drawing to a close though

as the screams grow silent.



Would it make you happy

to know your killing

one of the worlds last romantics?



You make me scream out!

But no one can hear,

for these screams are the last muffled sounds

of this dying romantic.