Perhaps it's the hunger Combined with the cold Then being forced to re-live memories of old I feel so uneasy Like I'll never be same And I have no one but myself to blame Still so obsessive After being struck to the ground And in my heart, I guessed it I still want you around This will eventually end Until then, I must pretend That there's nothing you can bring And that I don't feel a thing I shouldn't have been interested I shouldn't have looked But it's too late for that You've got me hooked I call myself silly, childish, pathetic You may as well be a cartoon to me But I want to call myself admirable To develope such a fondness for such a far-away thing Why does everything I feel have to run so deep?

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