Is that which sets you so apart
From everybody else
You are like nobody else
A wealth of glory in her eyes
Her golden glow is like a prize
And I should only be so lucky
I could only be so lucky
As I sit here watching her
Everything around me blurs
Focused and it’s so intense
Where the hell is common sense?
With no control over my heart
Again I’m set, get torn apart
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