Oh, you make my head spin,
But I don't want it to stop.
I've always written about this,
But I've never actually felt it.
Hours fly by
When you're here,
And seconds crawl
When you're gone.
I trace the lines on my hands
That you have touched,
Hoping it will ease my mind
That you're out there
Thinking about me too.
Why is it cold again?
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