I really want to let you in
I also want to cut my skin
You told me I should speak my mind
but I feel like a waste of time
And I can't even talk to you
I'll look away, stunned, like a fool
Your eyes are like the tide and they pull me in
I'm scared that I may drown in them
not in the way they squeal at in love stories
but in a way I'm familiar with that's much more frightening.
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