Once we get close
we run away
we are angry
not to you no not
is something wrong?
we turn around
don�t look at each other
we don�t know which way to pass
when we meet
oh sorry I didn�t get your message
are you sure you sent it to right number?
how can I always be so wrong
and if you would ask
I�d say nothing
and shut you out
cry on someone else�s shoulder
because I can�t cry on you
and half of my grief
would be because of that
your eyes seem kind of red
you must be just tired?
I lie to you
even if we don�t talk
you take everything as an insult
can�t you see I�m the insecure one in here
I�ll pay the taxi
could you come over here?
what about sex when we�re in sense
what about talking trough the night
what about saying to me you like me
like you want me
after all this time
put your head on your pillow
I�ll see you tomorrow right?
you don�t get close to me
if you don�t try

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