Don't be so nice to me, what kind of expression am I supposed to make?
I only wanted to be your friend, I didn't ask to feel this way, why...
I want to control this, I don't want this, turn it off.
Your words, your actions, they catch my eye so.
I know though, that these feelings aren't worth it, I can't reach something that's not there.
I can't obtain that which no longer exists, I can't fight for nothing.
I know this will end in pain, with vain, yet I still keep going.
Why is my stubborn will so, I can't, no more.
Self-control, I hope you can keep this from growing.
I'm avoiding the truth, I can see it coming, and it's not good.
Hiding from the fact, avoiding what I predict and know how much I'm missing.
But it's hard proof that shows that I'm not ready yet.
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