I kinda just, feel compelled to write. Expression reminds creativity to be creative.
She'll never know how I feel
Because I'm Mr.Disguise
Everything I feel and where I look
Very well I hide
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Everyday I lied to myself
Thinking I had a chance, or a hope
One that she would come up to me
And take me in her arms as hers
...
Every piece of sense in me
Burning for her notice
Its as if I want to take all measures for her attention
But without my exploitation, complete secrecy
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The past seems like nothing
Merely a blink of the eye away
So fast from barely over my shoulder
To right next to me, face to face
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