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R N.S.

Force Myself

I can’t change who I am
Anymore than you can
And if I try to force myself to love you
I’d just be a lie and that’s not fair to you
 
We can’t choose the way we love
A forced touch is only cold
And if I try to force myself into your heart
It’d just be a lie doomed to fail from the start
 
If I closed my eyes I wouldn’t see you
Even though I really wished I could
And if I try to force myself into your bed
I’d have to lie and think of others instead

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