To Be
Why don't I have the guts,
To just call you when I want to.
This whole thing drives me nuts,
Becase I want so badly to be with you.
I wanna be with you so bad,
That I can't stand the pain.
It's all driving me mad,
It's making me insane.
I mean your number's right there,
It's setting right in front of me.
But if I call you it won't be fair,
Because I know it's not meant to be.
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