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This isnt working out

you are the one i wanted,

my strength,

my doubt,

what is this mess all about?

Are you mad?

Are you afraid?

Is this the price i pay

for wanting to know the truth?

If we want this to work we need to meet in the middle,

you gave me an ince when i always gave you a mile,

i would have sacrificed everything for you,

all the while i lived a lie,

and in the midst i lied to myself,

told myself you were the reason behind my smile