Mood: Curiouuus.
Song: It's not you, It's Me - Coconut Records
Tell her that I just can't go on,
Tell her there's just something wrong.
We told each other we liked one another,
Buuuut I'm so apprehensive, paranoid, afraid;
What comes next?
To we proceed with our feelings,
Or decide to let them diminish to nothing?
Of course, time is the element,
And patience is the key;
Do I let you make up your mind,
Or do I make it up for you?
Do you even let yourself fall into these dances,
Where we can see and talk, but not touch?
Long to taste, our skins itch,
But do you let yourself fall into it?
Or was it a ploy for something greater?
My guard is trying so hard to stay up,
I just don't know.
I wanna get inside your mind,
And I wonder if there are many beautiful things I'd find.
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