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Theres a certain feeling inside me

saying why listen to this shit

Theres some reason why I love you so much

and even that little bit.

If I could fix it all somehow, I would

I would forget about you,

like I know I should.

The falling stars pass me by

lying to myself, so I dont cry

Spending every night, asking why

asking myself, was it all a lie?