When you are around me, it seems like I can't act like a person or act like an actor.
All I can do is stare while you talk on your phone all day long, all night long.
Your eyes, they still haunt me to this day, each and every day.
There are two types of people:
A. Ones like you who wait for me to come talk to you because you're just so pretty.
B. Ones like me who are too afraid to talk to you, guess why. Because you're just so pretty.
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