It worries me that I don't have words for you
That we are forcing something that isn't there
But in the meantime, go ahead baby-pull my hair
Tell me you love me, after all this time (ha)
I guess I could write about your eyes
But I can't find the lines to describe
What is missing for you in mine
Maybe someday I'll make you weak
Afterall it has only been a week
But you say we have accomplished more in our time
Than some people have in their entire lives
I guess this is passion at it's best
We love to hate eachother
You say nobody bothers you like I do
And I take that as a compliment
A gift that was well meant
SP
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