my hands are sweating, my heart beats too quick
my fingers tap-tap, and my feet kick;
I trip over nothing, my steps are fast -
oh, how I do regret the past.
does he know?
does he see?-
these changes in me?
I desperately pray that he won't realize
these awful things that I'm trying to hide.
my muscles tense up, my teeth start to chatter,
I'm ripping a piece of paper into tatters.
he glances up, and I freeze in place -
I relax only slightly when I see a smile on his face.
I try to speak, but my voice is shaking;
unbeknownst to him, my heart is breaking.
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