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And I gave it all away,

Just to have somewhere to go,

I gave it all away,

Just to have you hold onto me you know.

It was my January, February.

March, April and May.

But now it's coming into June,

I think I might fall down hard soon.

The third is going to be a fucking tough date,

Knowing it was so near,

And gone,

Noone to share my fate.

Could this be fate?

We've suffered alone,

Now we suffer together,

Silently.

Because we always smile together,

Even though we're crying inside.

We're not in love.

Are we in lust?

I sometimes have to wonder,

But right now we're suffering,

And we're suffering cause of our blunder.