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I stand in front of you, with a feeling of impending doom Just us two, the only people in the room I try to run for the door But I'm super-glued to the floor You give me The Look And around me things begin to cook The sofa bursts into flames Fear always drives me insane To plead my case, as I hope But can't: it's slipping like soap. Of me even croaking out a sound The heat from your eyes makes the room go round I reach out for the wall's helping hand But can't due to its awful brand So I quickly withdrew Beause it felt like hot stewAfterall, wood cannot withstand dry acid rain I'm sweating now, feeling drained Yet you still aim The Look my way Unwavering, as if to say "I'm here to stay" The TV slowly melts I try to look away what I felt Is a terrified mageInside an electrified cage You hear my parched pleas And you let The Look decrease In intensity Gradually Later that night I don't feel right Granted, I did survive and happilly I was alive But oh how I ache all over Because of The Look, because of the Lover Because of his pressence Because of his radiance
I stand in front of you, with a feeling of impending doom
Just us two, the only people in the room
I try to run for the door
But I'm super-glued to the floor
You give me The Look
And around me things begin to cook
The sofa bursts into flames
Fear always drives me insane
To plead my case, as I hope
But can't: it's slipping like soap.
Of me even croaking out a sound
The heat from your eyes makes the room go round
I reach out for the wall's helping hand
But can't due to its awful brand
So I quickly withdrew
Beause it felt like hot stew
Afterall, wood cannot withstand dry acid rain
I'm sweating now, feeling drained
Yet you still aim The Look my way
Unwavering, as if to say "I'm here to stay"
The TV slowly melts
I try to look away what I felt
Is a terrified mage
Inside an electrified cage
You hear my parched pleas
And you let The Look decrease
In intensity
Gradually
Later that night
I don't feel right
Granted, I did survive
and happilly I was alive
But oh how I ache all over
Because of The Look,
because of the Lover
Because of his pressence
Because of his radiance
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