So you say it's wrong. The way I see you. The way I feel about you. You say it's wrong that I love you. But why? Tell me baby. How can I make it right? Tell me, how can I fix it? I'll change anything. Any damn thing that makes me less attractive to you. Less worthy of your love. Less likable. Tell me. Tell me cause I'd rather lose myself. Than lose you.
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How I wish I asked him this
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