He felt like nothing, even though he was everything, so how couldn't he fall in love with him.
| The ways in which you talk to me, Have me wishin' I were gone
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He was bad for me; Just as bringing a cigarette to my lips is. But I couldn't resist the urge I got with him. He was my high.
"But no matter how damaged, he was still capable of loving, and being loved."