Crash into me.
Lately I've been hoping you could crash into me, like an 'accident'. And I am content to walk a little slower, when you're around. You never really leave my mind. Never.
There is little to say. You barely know me. I'm like a statue for you. But however, I know everything about you. I could talk about the little details about you for hours.
All my friends, my friends friends, have someone to lean on. I don't know how to tell him how I feel about him. I guess I'm better, I'm better off loving myself.
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