oh ok well that happened
im feeling these feelings you see
that demand to be felt and their victem is me
butterflies wings slicing through me like blades
my heart beat a drum, never going to fade
the chills continue from my head to my toes
and im young and it could by my mind i supppose
but dear your eyes peirce my soul, my hear bursts into flames
when on occasion i hear you calling my name
i have no clue how somehow i hide it
when blood rushes through my veins and cannot quit
and though the pain intensifies the more i know
if youre gonna be the death of me thats how i wanna go
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