Which makes me cry, I'm that certain type of shy
hating to walk about
no clout, there's something wrong with me
I'm clouded and I can't see
I cross the line, become at loss and then crumble and realise we've been doing fine.
There's no harm in hurting, but the sheer charm of the flirting
disease, it helps to ease the feelings and block the scent of orange peelings.
What a shock, I'm bent from the killings. But I've never felt more alive.

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