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Touch me,
it doesn't matter where
and it doesnt matter how
I need to know I'm still alive
so someone touch me now
Shake my hand and say hello
or pat me on the back
kiss me on the cheek
that I may feel this sense I lack
slap my face and pull my hair
make me bleed I just don't care
dig your nails into my skin
so I can feed this need within
I've been numb for such a time
that even pain would be sublime
so touch me, touch me now
I don't care where, I don't care how
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you are the book I will never understand
even in my own language--
the points in your thoughts are the score I can't earn
my heart belongs to you
alone, inside a room in a mansion
full of doors with no keys,
no exception

you are the song I will never learn to play
even if I practice from night to day--
classical, magical,
as long as I'm breathing,
loving you is crucial

you are the game I will never finish
even if I use cheat, fair
isn't it, I've been losing sleep--
addicting, all I need is you and I, drifting
between the stars that we both underneath waiting

you are the question I will never have the answer
a secret code with no clue
I've said it before, and I'll say it again,
I'm still in love with you
----you never paid
much
    attention
           to                                                    
                interesting
                                places
until you became one


      you never paid
much
    attention
           to                              
                breathless­
                              thoughts
until you became one


      you never paid
much
    attention
           to
                happiness
until you became one


      you never paid
much
    attention
           to
                the worth of
                            someone's time
until you became one


      you never paid
much  
    attention
          to
                 secrets
                        hidden on journals
until you became one


      you never paid
much  
    attention
          to
                 love
until you became one
How can I be alright?
Acting all normal is how you roll
Before I came, you've already built up your wall
And I've already made up my mind;
you are lost there
But don't ask me, I'm lost too
You pepper spray me so often
Now I can't see any other way but to you
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