You
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It was the day I first saw you
You may think it's weird
The way I look at you that is
But for me it was the day
I could never forget you
I wish you could see
What goes on inside
My head I mean
The way my brain exploded
Over the way I found someone new
My mouth gets dry
I feel of heat
It hurts the way you look at me
Whisper in my ears until I cant speak
I don't care what you say to me
Even if its bad
It makes my brain go mad
So tell me all your secrets
I won't be alarmed
Because you are the best I've ever heard
And I'm not being overly absurd
Tell me what it is you posses
That makes me overly obsessed
You say it's nothing but you put me under a spell
Those words of yours
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This person change for me
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Vintagely Me
Poetryvin•tage (noun) the year or place in which wine, especially wine of high quality, was produced.
