I've given it up
talking to you about him
because you spoil him
it's him
He's not some cheesey love to me
he's him
he's mine
Because he's not anymore
what that stuff used to be
to me
Because i'm not making sense
you don't get it
i wish you'd get it
I love him now
so it's like serious
so he realy is him
and him alone
just him.
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