For showing you things
That maybe you shouldn't have seen
For hiding you things
That I wish you had known earlier
How late is it now?
When I cry myself to sleep
Because I don't know if
You ever think about me
I don't want to take a risk
But this hurts in an indescribable way
How much of a bad idea can this be
If I can't stop thinking about doing it?
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