Of course I want to see you again,
That's the one thing I want the most.
Even though you recoiled from me, and left me lost.
Them butterflies in my stomach will torture me while I'm thinking on you appearing,
And won't go away even after you're gone.
They'll end up filling me whole.
Then overflow.
I think I can handle them butterflies,
But what I still can't do, is dealing with the thought of you.
Oct 17, 2014
Oct 17, 2014 at 2:12 AM UTC
Of course I want to see you again,
That's the one thing I want the most.
Even though you recoiled from me, and left me lost.
Them butterflies in my stomach will torture me while I'm thinking on you appearing,
And won't go away even after you're gone.
They'll end up filling me whole.
Then overflow.
I think I can handle them butterflies,
But what I still can't do, is dealing with the thought of you.
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