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She said Hi to me,
She said What�s Up?
And I nervously tapped my foot on the metal
Again I grinned back at her
And the madness continued on as diligently as ever.
We edged on as always in silent bondage,
The cruel cyclic trial we both knew well
She understood what I had meant, as did I to her with out a word
Thank God I wasn�t wrong or too far gone with my conclusion.
Its only pretend that we act like we don�t care for each other
...That we don�t want more
And so now I�m forced to choose to find the truth between the lies.
I find that there is nothing left to lose accept you
And I�m afraid of that
Yet I�m also sick of hiding
It didn�t seem like much of a point to try
But your sarcastic utopia I want to be a part of
