Well all I really wanna do is love you A kind much closer than friends use But I still can’t say it after all we’ve been through And all I really want from you is to feel me As the feeling inside keeps building And I will find a way to you if it kills me If it kills me How long, can I go on like this, Wishing to kiss you, Before I rightly explode? This double life I lead isn’t healthy for me In fact it makes me nervous If I get caught I could be risking it all Cause maybe there’s a lot that I miss In case I’m wrong
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I’m not entirely sure if i’m already sober from last night. Boy what a party. I didn’t know many people there (only my co-worker and her friend/housemate) but ended up having a laugh with and at someone who doesn’t normally drink. He had two beers and one wine and was totally out of this world.
And then i decided to get into an ‘argument’ with some guy who said that girls coudn’t ask a boy out / kiss a boy first. I decided to take him up on that (and yes, he was flirting with me) and decided to take matters into my own hands. He was all “‘i (as a boy) want to be the first one to ask a girl out and to kiss her and yada yada yada…”