owe him a million, you will
drag him to sorrow, you might
if you keep on doing this
what was the reason, u asked
as if love itself is a name to something dry
cracked and thirsty enough to die
through time i thought you'd understand
in between laughter i stared
figuring out what to do
depressed of these impossible two
what was mine is still mine
and what was yours never been taken
so why are you restless like you're hot
trying to be what you're not
after a while
i stopped being astounded
i hope for nothing
i wished it was a lie
but it is not
still, i will never cry
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