This Thing You Do
This Thing You Do
You don’t see the likeness between my loss and your gain,
The hurt and torture that you bring, the sorrow and the pain.
“It’s Okay though,” I tell myself, “just have fun and let go.”
But in the end, its not pretend, I want more than you know.
When our hands touch and our eyes meet I feel it in my spine,
What I would give to hold you close and get to call you mine.
I will be fine, all I must do is simply close my heart.
But so you know, this thing you do, is tearing my apart…
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