Wait, do you see my heart on my sleeve? It's been there for days on end, and I've been waiting for you to open up. Yours too, baby, come on now. I'm just trying to tell you how I'd like to hear the words roll out of your mouth. Finally say that it's always been me.
But, despite the truth that I know, I find it hard to let go and give up on you. Seems I love the things you do. Like, the meaner you treat me, more eager I am to persist with this heartbreak, running around. And, I will do until I find myself with you.
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