Please don't make the mistake,
Of making me your whole world.
I don't think I feel the same way too,
And I really don't wanna hurt you.
Please, don't put that pressure on me,
To be everything you need.
I'm already on the edge,
Nothing is all I can pledge.
Secrets galore,
Are hidden under my floor board.
Behind your back,
And under your nose,
I'm moving on,
On my tip toes.
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