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I cover my eyes to hide the heartOf an angel possessed and held under your thumbCan't move or else my stitches will get torn apartI'm losing the plot but my number's come upAre you talking to yourselfOr do I turn your stomach roundI stare at the wall and see your faceI'm sick of it all would you please go awayMy life is getting shorter every single dayYou waste my time and my mind just deterioratesAre you talking to yourselfOr do I turn your stomach roundMy feet are slowly wearing thinI walked a thousand miles back thenBut here am I just falling down againIt's you again, I can't get up, you're not in love From Letras Mania