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this is me.
in all my glory.
Intoxication, infatuation, i can taste you on my...
the line between just friends and almost lovers...
The water is murky and the mirrors are steamed
The clocks striking twelve, but it isn't a dream...
The leaves that flutter, and float from your head
You search the ground for the thoughts you have...
And yes this is me accusing you:
accusing you of being perfect...
Butterflies and summer skies
Winter nights and water fights...
Experience is a hard teacher
She gives the test first
And the lessons later
Do not walk infront of me;
I may not follow.
Do not walk behind me;
I may not lead.
Walk beside me and be my friend