The four words you say
"we're gunna be okay"
told myself that this was love
but there was no angel from above
sevens months was seven too many
i'd prefer if there wasn't any
tell myself that this is true
tell myself that i love you
now we're over and you avoid
and i'm happy and no longer constantly annoyed
love is bullshit or am i wrong
maybe one day i'll find where "love" belongs
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