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I'm coming down with this infection. It's hurting me, but still I do this on purpose. I'm coming down with this infection. On late night walks, we ran right through our neighbor's lawn. I fall to the ground. I'm lose and I'm blind, but I still see you. You drag me to your couch; I'm passed out drunk. I dreamt you kissed me on the forehead. You look different without your makeup on. You look different for me. My fingers trace your eyelids and your hand's on my heart. I don't see you kicking out the crutches. Shake, shake, shake, wrap me in blankets because I can't quite deal with the temperature drop. I'm dying for the fourth time for you. I see you leaving while I'm left in this box, and I see the animals, fresh for the hunt. Release the tigers and the bats, and the wild stallions. I know who I am for the first time in my life. I know for you, it's torture. "And I know for you, it's torture." I've got a new word for jealousy: G-R-E-G-O-R-Y From Letras Mania