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I cannot eat, I cannot sleep

My thoughts are running way too deep

I worry constantly about

All my hopes, my fears, my doubts

 

I think that I am getting sick

My friends all think that I'm a prick

I get this funny feeling inside

My emotions try to hide

 

I fear the worst, I fear the best

My mind will no longer rest

I cannot think straight at all

I stand up then I start to fall

 

Only God knows what I need

To get me running up to speed

I think I need help from above

I guess that I must be in love

 

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