don't stand so close to me,
don't be the air I breathe,
because not before too long,
i will surely flee,
don't make an even field,
to play games with me,
i'm not ready for love,
i just want to be free,
i like going through the motions,
but then I'll turn a cheek,
cause letting you in, is admitting i'm A FreAk,
don't want you on my arm,
don't want you every night,
just when it's late, cold, no lights,
i am not trying to play your strings,
but i am not too keen,
on swaying my mystique,
i live among the spiders,
the cobwebs of my closet,
the hurts of my heart,
I try to give you everything,
but keep it all the same,
i want to make you feel good,
but i end up feeling lame,
because i know your happy,
and lying is my mistake.
when I write I hear beats in my head, I write to the rhythm of my internal drum. sweet like sugar, and raw to the bone. ;RAWSUGAR;
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