Again I am enveloped in some kind of love,
at the same time I know I don't want it.
Again I keep falling for your lines,
at the same time I know I want some kind of love.
I run and hide from it,
and now matter how hard I try,
it keeps finding me;
the love I can't deny.
This love I feel screams your name,
and keeps me dreaming of your face.
This love I feel just can't be real,
and yet I still long for your embrace.
But what is love?
A four letter word,
that holds so much power.
Only one syllable word,
exhausted so much in one hour.
This love I do not want,
for I do not understand it.
This love that I now long for,
steals my heart,
some kind of bandit.
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