Butterflies In My Stomach
There is something ailing me
But I can't bring myself to say
It would cause pain and happiness for two people
Each and every day
I can't concentrate on my work
No matter how hard I try
Because every time I think of you
My stomach fills with butterflies
I love you
I have and always will
I will never be able to tell you
Your happiness it would kill
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