Give and take is all that matters,
No one loves you, none do you,
I, me, mine comes before US,
Still you believe this illusion to be true.
To a dimpled visage and glittering sheen,
Love come by so easily.
A little scar or a little fade,
Snatches the illusion away.
All by yourself, no one to care,
All by yourself, you are today,
But tomorrow holds a promise for love,
Well.. yes, the illusion is on its way! !
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