No Matter how i try
I Still love You
Even when you make me Cry, I want You in my Arms
I want you to be Mine
But You don't want me Now
You says it's Not our Time, I Hate the fact I love You And that i cant Get You out of My Mind
I hate that every time i think of You
My heart flutters and My eyes Cry, I 'd rather Cry and mope and Whine
Than call You to get things Straight
Because somewhere in my Heart
I know Its already Too Late .. !!
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