Love doesn't differentiate between what's right and wrong,
I can only do what makes me strong,
I try to think with my heart, not my head,
But I always think with my head instead,
I try to see things as they stand,
But I found that black and white is just too bland,
Please make your way to the very front row,
To watch as I struggle and fail to let you go,
Every glance from you is like a stab in the heart,
Every smile from you takes me back to the start,
I don't think with my heart but I love just as much,
As anyone can when their life has been touched,
By someone as great but as hurtful as you,
As you turned away, clueless, my love only grew,
I have to do what makes me strong,
I thought you were right but I guess I was wrong...
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