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I don’t understand you,
Which is fine.
But not that fine.
I’ve always understood everyone,
I want you to be mine.
Why do i feel like this and
Why do i think of you.
I always think of you.
They’ll warn of others that have gone this way, they’ll try and keep me from you.
The idea alone excites me,
Like nothing I’ve felt before.
No one I’ve met before.
They can say what they like, i don’t give a shite, we’re not friends, we’re more.
I would rather be wrong and
Save on the mess.
My hearts a mess.
I don’t usually have to fight for these things, but i am going to do my best!
No one understands what two people have. Unless they are one of the two.
We’re the two.
Why would i lie, there’s nothing to gain. But maybe, just maybe, it’s true.
