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Asphyxiated
When you pulled me aside tonight, I was sorta confused.
I still got that feeling that I shouldn't move.
But the pull of your voice I couldn't resist.
I had to move closer so I wouldn't miss
A chance to look at your face.
I can't describe what's falling in place.
The pieces are moving into a shape.
I'm super man, then you rip away my cape.
How can I say I'm not in love when you're the one I'm always thinking of?
How can it be a mystery when I see you so differently?
I can't go away, you need to stay, these words I always yearn to say.
But if I spoke a single one, my game is over, over, done.
Now I contradict myself, why, why do I feel this hell?
It's in my chest, it's tearing me apart.
Wait, it's only the beating of my crippled heart.
How you control me I'm trying to see:
How you can be you but you always change me.
I am me, I know who I am,
But when you talk, I don't understand.
I'm hanging onto every word.
I'm choking on my thoughts inside.
When I try to bite my tongue,
I always fall apart inside.
On one half I want to walk away,
The other I just smile and stay.
Smile despite of a broken heart that's still there when you're near me.
How can I say I'm not in love when you're the one I'm always thinking of?
How can it be a mystery when I see you so differently?
I can't go away, you need to stay, these words I always yearn to say.
But if I spoke a single one, my game is over, over, done.
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