"Obsessed"

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I got too obsessed with the idea of what we could have  been
And not what we actually are
I have to grieve the life that we never lived
And I have to bear the pain of a hopeless tomorrow
Your validation was what I lived for
Every worry in my mind went away with the thought of you
If only my imaginations were a reality
Then perhaps I would've been perfect for you

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