If you really think it's over
Do you really feel that way
I'll pack my pride
And walk away
I know there's something left
I see it in your eyes
Yet, another part
I see starting to die
It's like a storm
Soon will be gone
Or like a game
Either lost or won
Love is not something
We chance with lies
We hold on forever
Through lows and highs
So give me time
To prove my love
I'll show you love
That's torn apart
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