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Part of me is asking, what's the point wanting to try?

when it could just be another goodbye,

no matter what i tell myself, with all respect

to everyone else i've loved, you are perfect,

nothing that happend in Italy means much here,

i still love you the same and i'm still here,

even though it's a new year, my feelings are the same,

all i want is to remember why we tried and forgot the game,

what's the sense in anything? just another goodbye,

another time i actually went out and tried,

no other girl has made me believe in me,

or made me want to do certain things to better me,

no bullshitting, i swear i'm quitting,

not for you, for me, finally admitting

that the hitting and swinging was only the glitz and glam,

the love for you is all for remembering who i really am.