It starts...
it starts with a breath you steal
with the second you take
the way you make me feel
and then I wake
and when I wake I see you again
this cycle
this cycle starts to spin
next time I see you I say a word or two
start a conversation like "hey I heard of you"
a pause...
applause for the act we committed
now were talking look the minutes splitted
the minutes add to hours an time passes
yet your image bashes time slower then molasses
well I don't know whats next?
here's my number here's a text
how are you? how are we?
how is everybody?
how is life?
how are friends?
whats your strife?
the conversation never ends
my compensation never suspends
another boy comes in another mime clashes
your eye lashes
how am I supposed to react?
he don't exist! woah no oh no I don't see fact
next thing you say is my feelings be act
the boy? well I suppose im not gonna expose
however we hold a secret rivalry that you enclose
at school when you pass by the hall way
im thinking of you all day
you see what you did?
you see what you skid to this kid?
to rid myself of this lid
what do I bid? with feelings I’ve hid?
thoughts of you I store mass
look at all the time I just spent on your ass
this is what you get
without a sweat
your in debt
in everything I just bet
im losing myself to love songs I hear in regret
however what goes around comes around
and eventually the past numbs the sound
I go on as I see other lit hearts
I feel safe, but then again It starts...
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