walking up another day to continue playing this game we play. I don't know who I am to you, and it's so hard for me to accept the truth. Seems like I'm playing the fool, 'cause everything you say, I do. It's so hard for me to choose. And if I say i'll take the blame, in the end it all stays the same -we were meant just to remain.
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