We sit so close so close together
Things couldn't be further from the truth
We live in separate worlds
Separated by alienating feelings
Attempt in progress.. it's no use
Why can't things work out between us
Caught between feelings and pressure
Fear of denial or fear of rejection
Stalking you is a joy and a privilege
Truth hurts, but the thought of losing you
Consumes even that
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