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The Old Stuff Here comes the flood.
It's pouring from the sky.
Will someone explain to me what this is about?
Oh wait, I remember.
He's right next to me.
I'm touching him,
Holding him,
Kissing him.
But�I can't have him.
I can't have him the way I want.
My heart aches for his sweetness.
I cry because I know I'll never have it.
Does he want it, too?
Both of us knowing it can't be?
Or is it just me�
I hope for the former,
But I'm only feeling the latter when I'm in his presence.
Someone make me stop thinking about it.
Oh God I get so jealous.
Slap me.
HARD.
Wake up, girl.
There's more stars in the sky.
But I still have to be with him�
In some way.
Oh God�
I've fallen and hit rock bottom.
