I wanted to be rid of all strain
Or be someone so admired
But I guess that's something I cannot say
How my heart isn't yet fired
When you continue to roam to make me blind
Feeling evermore left so far again behind
And if love isn't so real, if love isn't so real, if love isn't real then I need a plan
Tears are such a horribly lonely sound
Pushing my every sole limit
Even now I wonder about the things that you if you could ever just commit
Just trying to stop deleteriously tight when I adore
But how it hurts when I can't yet became totally sure
And if love isn't so real, if love isn't so real, if love isn't real then I need a plan
I really dunno who I could ever be
I'm struggling with this damaged pride
But that'll never be anything new
To make my love survive
And if love isn't so real, if love isn't so real, if love isn't real then I need a plan
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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