it's funny how you come and go but never leave
pirouetting your way up my sleeve
and even if i were to push you off
your words would leave me soft
tip-toeing around my feet
there is the silentist of beat
sometimes it makes me want to scream
and other times it lulls me into dream
if you strike the cord just right
i find myself awake all night
and if you hit the wrong key
you'd be best to forget about me
i'd like to say you're not mine
i'd like to say without you i'm fine
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