—remember—
Remember how we met, when im next to you how Nervous I get, remember when I made my first move, I was nervous at first but then I got comsfortable and I started to grove, remember our first lie, beneath your lies u had a heart inside, remember our first mistake, a mistake with regret but yet, it replays over and over, tell me when are you gonna get tired of playing the same game¤ its really getting lame, hopefully you will realize it when is game over, or you will feel some kind of anger inside u, and start over
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