If we never met again,
Would you miss me?
And if I asked you to,
Would you kiss me?
Would you hold me tight,
In your arms,
And whisper in my ear,
That you loved me.
I hate it when a huge part of your life is staring you right in the face.
I hate it when a love that could get lost is sitting right next to you.
I hate it when you don't realize that you can have what you want, but you won't take it.
I hate it when you just,
can't let go of the past.
And I hate it when I'm the only one who sees it.
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