I look at you and forget to blink
I hate to miss the tiny bits I see in there
Inside you is a soul I admire
On the outside, well, it's just a wrapper.
Yet who said the wrapping isn’t meant to be catchy?
A yellow wrapper or yours; who cares?
They end up ripped, and the content says it all
You yanked me in and made me never want to choose
I want you, what do I have to do?
Will you a chance give me?
Why you? A reply I have neither
Yet without you am just but a miserable dude.
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