Caught out again like a bug on a web
You reel me in to your trap
Not even noticing what you have done
Breaking my heart with a sudden snap
Dangling there on a string
Waiting for the axe to fall
The world suddenly seems so small
It only exists for you and me
But you are made of clouds and dreams
If I touch you, you would cease to be
Giving way to my plans and schemes
So look I can but never touch
A delicate balance is struck
Until another comes into your life
Even in dreams I have no luck
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