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i look at you and i smile, so sad that i can feel the way it yanks at my face... that creeping tightening closing throat, ("Did I tell you I'm happy for you?") Did I tell you I'm miserable? I've been crushing myself to death underneath old rocks, when hiding isn't enough to keep you away from me, because I hate you as much as i love you and i'm playing old songs feeling like a wilted daisy (In your eyes I'd never be a rose...) © 1996, h e a t h . h o u s t o n |