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there's this voice at the back of my head
calling me a pretty little liar
for thinking my feelings for you are dead
cause in my heart burns a fire

my heart beat belongs to you
and my soul is calling your name
i just wish i could say i don't love you too
without feeling like it's a shame

you promised me another lifetime
but til then i have to muffle this voice
since secretly loving you feels like a crime
falling for you was never a choice

i will stop writing poems about you
to make it easier for both of us, you know
just remember that i am feeling so blue
and without you my heart beat's slow

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