The smallest movement
The ripple of fleeting emotion
That I feel for you
That first glance
That set things in motion
What I feel for you
Is hypothetic
What I feel for you
Creates in me a maverick
The madness pools around me
Stuck to every edge
Rippling with every heart beat
And with the smallest movement
Of the softness in your eyes
Sends pity rushing through me
And soon I know the size
Of the hole that has not yet been opened
Don't be reaching
for your shovel
Because I am made of iron
Solely to make you try harder
I can only imagine
The strain you won't bother to go through
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