What is it with you're love
That completes me, then breaks me?
Where in you're love, do i trully love?
Is it really love i feel, or do i make illusions?
Maybe i just like to hulsinate, or i just love the idea of you loving me
I'd rather make illusions of you loving me,
Then spending my whole life thinking you are lieing.
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