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My face stone cold,
My hands too wet to keep good grip on anything I hold.
Can't feel my feet but they keep me moving, only just though.
I keep hobbling, where I'm going I don't know.

Some one seems to have taken control over my feet.
They don't let me move out the way of anything I meet.
People look at me disgusted
I can't say sorry, my heart has been used, it's rusted.

I try and take control but I can't seem to manage it.
I long to be in my cosy pit
But I am going somewhere else
According to my feet anyway.

I begin to realise were I'm going now.
And through the mud I try to plough myself.
I can't fight the force, I'm off to his house.
No way are my feet going to give up I even stand on the tail of a poor mouse.

My palms sweat,
My mind is full of frets
I can't just go marching up to him,
I know why my feet are doing this; they have had his cheek right to their brim.

I see him in his front garden kissing goodbye to his new girlfriend,
When he sees me he jumps and what a dirty look did he send.
He looks at me and laughs
I guess I'm just a part of his past.

I want to turn round and walk away,
But my feet have other plans for the day.
Up to him I walk and smile at his girlfriend.
Once he told me how good of a kisser I was when together we used time to spend.

My mind seems to be in on the plan.
I reach up and pull down his face with my hand.
I plant one of my good kisses on him,
He can't take his mouth from mine.

Its working,
He's smiling,
His girlfriend helpless walks off in a huff,
But he doesn't care; he ends up giving me a love bite.

So it's official,
We are official!
All thanks to my fee and brain!
Now he is mine, he is James!