Tell Me Baby, by bedazzled
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I don't want to feel this way
if you don't feel the same way too,
Can't stand a single day
without hearing a word from you,
Does that make me obsessed?
Does that make me posessed?
Tell me, what am I doing baby?
I don't want to be missing you
if you're not somewhere missing me,
I don't want to have you on my mind
if I'm not the image you can see,
Does that you an addiction?
Does that make my hopes fiction?
Tell me, what am I doing baby?
I don't know
where I stand
when you lift me up
and put me down,
I don't know
who I even am
if you don't really
want me around,
I need to know
before this grows
into something that
I. Just. Can't. Hold. Onto.
I need to hear it from you,
Tell me, tell me baby,
What am I doing, do you even know?
Tell me, tell me baby,
What are you doing, do you want to go?
You said you didn't want a girlfriend
didn't want to get obsessed again,
But can you really control this
can you really stop more pain?
Are you deciding it's too much?
Are you slipping out of touch?
Tell me,
What am I doing baby?
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Posted: 2006-06-01 05:41:53 UTC |
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