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Fighting for the softest touch

Biting for the slowest kiss

Hating waiting to be missed

I could be a romantic kind of guy with you

Against womankind, away from you

You can laugh and I don’t care

You’d never have the guts to dare

Or the heart to be aware

Pictures sever to hold me back

The only time the lens didn’t crack

Was when I was by you

The truth is I feel better being miserable without you

Then happy with someone else

I want your friends to bury you

I want to watch them bury you

Then I’ll know that I knew you

I prefer the dead of night

To living with a breathing lie that looks like you

And I prefer the cold of heart

To warming up to someone who reminds me of you