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Its you

When he holds me I close my eyes He thinks it’s romantic He thinks it’s sweet but what I’m really doing is is thinking of you I’m picturing you why he is holding me I’m picturing you while he’s kissing me it’s horrible it’s horrible, I know But I am in love with you I am not in love with him Yet I’m letting him hold me I’m letting him kiss me because you won’t because you’re too complicated because you’re too full of excuses He cares about me he knows when I’m sad when I am, he kisses my hands So tell me why I’m in love with you and not in love with him Tell me why I’m wasting his time wasting my time Tell me why I’m dating him but wishing so badly that he is you Tell me why I’m so caught up in his in brace and at the same time picturing your face your eyes your lips your smile My heart is aching It is aching because it wants you but you don’t want it it is aching because you are not here and he is

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