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Now that i know the truth what am i supposed to do?

one is long gone, the other can't admit it's through,

i'm still holding onto this stupid girl,

like we were dancing and she wanted to twirl,

i look around, everything is beautiful; it's true,

cause when i care to look all i see is you,

even without speaking, my feelings haven't changed,

long after you responded "i just changed",

strange that for once i haven't thought,

about sex or what else could be bought,

all by just a quick smile in a bar,

the conversation is perfect, we go so far,

but try to imagine that same man whore,

falling for one and never climbing out anymore,

i know, not guess, i love you still jen,

it takes one of our memories to immediately move my pen.