It Kills Me
It Kills Me When I Saw You Holding His Hand,
Because I Wished It Was Me.
It Kills Me When You Danced With Him,
Because It Reminds Me Of My Dream Last Night.
It Kills Me When You Talk About Him,
Because I Wish It Was Me You Talking About.
It Kills Me When You Wrapped Your Arms Around Him,
Because All I Wanted To Do Is Wrap My Arms Around You.
But It Kills Me The Most When You Kissed Him,
Because I Know I Can't Tell You How I Feel.
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