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Jun 2014
If only you could see how sorry my life is,
If you could see the state that I'm in,
If you could see how close the knife is,
To breaking through my pale white skin.

If you knew from the moment I met you,
How hopeless it seemed to say another word,
If you knew how fast my heart was beating,
At the most astounding wish I've ever heard.

If you could see inside my mind,
If you could see how loathsome I feel,
It worries me that you seem so blind,
To think we live on an even keel.

If you could know I'm not meant for anyone,
If you could know that I live life alone,
If you could see what ride you're getting on,
All your plans to approach would be thoroughly blown.

And as I put my heart back on my sleeve,
And tell you that you're free to leave,
You can put all you said back into your mouth,
Because any notion of love I find hard to believe.
Written by
Mike Thomas  London
(London)   
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