I Love You (I mean It)
Better than I've felt for days, months, years
Each time we meet I grow taller, stronger, prouder
Never will I let this feeling go, pass, leave
Just because I feel undeserving, unworthy, broken
And like he's worth much more, acres, miles, lengths more
Mine, He's mine, mine, He's mine, mine...mine
I know that he always was, has been, will be
Never will I let this feeling leave me.
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