Everyday I am suffering
from this game of love,
No one knows
if I could win your heart.
My friends keep on telling me
good things about you,
but I want now, to go on through.
I was already deaf of my heart,
cause it always screaming your name.
Tell me the things I used to do,
to help me to forget you.
Love me, hate me
it's okay for me.
I just want you to know
what's inside of me...
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