what if i leave
what will it matter
as you say second
thoughts i think
no second this
is what i always wanted
i am beside him
glancing at him
and i cry inside
i say i hate you
but such a lie i
love you
if you knew
im thinking come
come be with me
but its to late for you
its my turn
my turn to take
over the game he is done
and your, your mine because
you think it too
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