I don't have to remind myself, just how much I love you You on the other hand, seem to find the time to remind, me that you love me when the world is crashing and crumbling down, around you You feel the need to explain yet, some things are without explanations this here reality that I am facing appears to be a nightmare that I can't wake up from running in the long dark hallways all alone, all alone by myself but am I truly by myself? for whenever I look behind me, I see another distraction and in front of me, yet another obstacle I want to love you the way you deserve to be love but what about me, would that leave me to be less deserving of a love that catches you by the hand and secures your heart or is it the kind of love that is at times your rock, then sinks you I think about you all the time and I can't help but miss you but miss me with the bull, miss me with the blame miss me with the tit for tat in a game that remains the same lonely nights wand...
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