When body shakes of confusion
He never thinks of me.
As time forces its tension
He never thinks of me.
He never thinks of me.
He never thinks of me.
He never thinks of me.
Down I lay to wonder
He never thinks of me.
I give in, I surrender
He never thinks of me.
Does he ever think of me?
Perhaps,
Maybe,
If only.
I, a tiger
He, unaware.
Both still lonely.
Mar 3, 2013
Mar 3, 2013 at 8:41 PM UTC
When body shakes of confusion
He never thinks of me.
As time forces its tension
He never thinks of me.
He never thinks of me.
He never thinks of me.
He never thinks of me.
Down I lay to wonder
He never thinks of me.
I give in, I surrender
He never thinks of me.
Does he ever think of me?
Perhaps,
Maybe,
If only.
I, a tiger
He, unaware.
Both still lonely.
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