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Passing you in nighttime sweats and breathe that is bated. It’s true I write myself in a song, one you’ll never hear. Do you even know my name? You don’t even know me. Love is just a game I know. One that I keep playing.
And it goes on and on
I know you like me, but please don’t tell me you love me. I know you don’t
Strange in how we dance around the things we hold closely. Pretending that we’re all so fragile, refusing to embrace. In the field of loving arms. I find myself question.
And it goes on and on
I know you like me, but please don’t tell me you love me. I know you don’t
And it don’t matter
It matters
And it goes on and on
I know you like me, but please don’t tell me you love me. I know you don’t
Strange in how we dance around the things we hold closely. Pretending that we’re all so fragile, refusing to embrace. In the field of loving arms. I find myself question.
And it goes on and on
I know you like me, but please don’t tell me you love me. I know you don’t
And it don’t matter
It matters