 | Girl, how you torment me so
You play my delicate strings
You sing another love song, slow
And stir up all my feelings
You slowly boil my blood, subtle
With each passing dream of you
My heart seizes on every buble
Already fragile, broken in two
The pain that you are causing me
The torture and sufferring of this
All I want, is to just break free -
From this infatuation, this curse.
Written by Mitchell Thompson
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