I see you look at her,
i see you look at me,
and i always wonder,
who's it going to be?
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I hate that you use me to make her jealous,
i hate that you can't see how much i adore you,
i hate that i can't seem to let you go,
i hate that i care about you,
but what i hate the most is that,
i always seem to forgive you.. no matter what

I've had enough of your lies,
enough of the pain,
enough of the heartache and suffering,
but i just can't seem to get enough of you...

You don't know you love someone until you realize they won't be there anymore...

It's easier to just let things take its course,
no use trying to make things happen,
no use putting all you're effort into it,
because in the end,
some things just aren't meant to be..

Before any words can even escape your mouth
I smile and whisper
"You don't have to say you love me;
I already know you do."