Sometimes I feel like being wild,
I long to kiss you pretty face.
And touch your lips that look so mild
But I’m afraid to fall from grace.
Sometimes I feel like being mad,
And want to break your cruel heart.
But you can make me be so sad,
That I don’t even wish to start.
Sometimes I feel like lost in you
But know that my love’s gone forever.
You gave me chances just a few
And I could use them hardly ever.
Sometimes
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