You Tell me that you love me.

You tell them you like her.

Who you are talking about I can not be sure.

I want things to be how they are in my mind

but to me it feels like I'm wasting your time.

If its me you want then let me know.

because i'm sick of just putting on a show.

It feels like I'm sitting in the rain

Waiting for things that aren't going to change.

I see what they tell me

I want those memories to fade.

You've done it to them

You'd do it to me

but without you I feel incomplete.

I've never opened my heart  this much

It doesnt help that i melt from your touch.

The End

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