Intellectual Suicide
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Intellectual Suicide
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Is it really as bad as it seems
When things do not turn out right
And I wake up with those bad, bad dreams
In the middle of the night?
Searching for someone to call my own
As my hands stretch out in vain
Then I feel no love for me is shown
And that is the greatest pain.
I want to tell you that I love you
But I find that I'm too shy.
In this position what can I do
But break down and start to cry?