It all seems so real,
Like it was sort of meant to be,
All of a sudden this view for you was hardly
there to see,
Differently different those words play again,
But morals and values put it to an end.
It’s not that simple, not even as that,
Because I was the one that became attached,
Being different for this chance of love to put me
on my back.
Love is just bad luck but--
How we know if its love if you always give it up.
I promise it wasn’t lust,
No, that was never the reason.
Even though at the garden your eyes
Gave me something to believe in.
And I just want to take the time to stop thinking
about myself,
Into showing you how WE are different from everybody
else.
Remember you, or us two, to remember me
More than a thought, L-O-V-E .
The End
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