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i'm standing in the middle of a room,
screaming my heart out for you,
and when you finally find me,
through the crowds, what will you do?
i'm walking through the streets,
everything bleeding for you,
but when i stroll on by,
will you get up and move?
i'm sitting on that chair,
giving my cold shoulder to you,
yet when i see you again,
will it be used against me too?
i'm smiling at everyone,
putting on my happy face for you,
but when they ask about me,
will you say everything's cool?
i'm lying quietly here now,
slowly, gently dying for you,
and when you find out what happened,
will you realize you were cruel?
(5-16-98)
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