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A lonely feeling deep inside,
god, how it makes me cry.
Like a guitar without any strings,
I feel this deep inside, everyday.
Will he love me, will he stay?

I go through torment,
every time we meet.
Every time ours eyes say, "Take me with you."
I go through such torment,
no words can say why.

Like a thief in the night,
he stole my heart and my name.
A phantom in some childish fantasy.
But is it wrong to say that I love him?
Who decide on the rules of this game?

I go through torment,
every time we meet.
Every time ours eyes say, "Take me with you."
I go through such torment,
no words can say why.

One final parting gift,
would be to taste your lips.
I would cross any rift
for you to say, "Come here."
into your arms for my final breath.

I go through torment,
every time we meet.
Every time ours eyes say, "Take me with you."
I go through such torment,
no words can say why.
Oh, why must I torture us so?
will I ever let go?