I can't run
I can't take my eyes
off of you
I fling my arm against
The wall - broken
In anger
If I could only do
The things you do
To me
To you
You wouldn't find yourself
Staring at me so
With all the others around
I don't care
I don't care if they
See me
I don't care if I'm knocked to the ground
Pounded into a wall
Looking at you
I could die that way
I probably should
I'd make an effort
I'd have tried
To get your attention
But you'd have to
With all the hide and seek
Make the next move
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