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This is dedicated to E.D.
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Created by RavendaughterofEVIL on Thursday, September 20, 2007

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I see you in the hallway
My heart begins to pound
Sometimes I swear you hear it beating
Swear you're smirking at the sound
Your hand brushes mine and my heart stops
That is such a neat little trick
The moment your gone my heart starts again
I feel lonely and I feel sick
You make everything better, healing my wounds
Fill the empty space in my heart
But still I see, you're blind to me
As you have been from the start
I'm so alone when you miss class
So sad by not seeing you
But, I ask, friend of mine
Would you notice if I were gone too?
You're so absorbed by yourself
That you're blind as a bat
There are people who care, who want you there
Did you ever think of that?
I'm too scared to tell, so you'll never know
The way I really feel
And how everytime you touch me
My life becomes surreal
So I'll take my heart and lock it up
And mail you the key
So maybe one day, you'll seal yours too
And mail it to me

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