I'm cold in this chair, the breeze upon me.
My blood has chilled, no way to be free.
I've sat here and thought, why I still pursue?
I guess I'm waiting for a moment, a sign or a clue.
The excitement has built, the butterflies have grown.
I've waited for so long, no more time to moan.
With excitements comes nerves, the love unsure.
You alone could show me, for you have the cure.
For now I stay in this chair, cold and thoughtful.
My heart has chilled, my mind is doubtful.
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