Oh it is but true,
why do I love you,
you treat me so cold,
I am invisible to you,
you pass me by,
never a glance,
nor stare,
you only have your head in the air,
am I but a fool to love you so,
for you will never give me a chance,
this I know,
for you will never love me back,
do I wait till you do,
or do I move on,
and let you go,
but I know the day will come,
you will love me so.
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