Every second
Seems different from the first
But when I try and analyze
All you do is confuse me
And change my mind
And make everything
A little difficult
But I think I like it
Because it means
Keeping you around
And I don’t know if
I could handle
Not having you around
It might kill me
And I couldn’t bear
That kind of pain
I don’t think
I want this anymore
Knowing someday
You’ll be gone
There’s nothing I
Can do about it

The End

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