Whether that means this is not love,
Or whether that means you don't love me,
I don't know.
Or maybe this is love and we just have to see past what you don't like about me.
Party,
Drink,
Forget.
I wish You knew,
That to me,
This is love.
That I'm working for you,
That I'm dying to be with you,
That these sleepless nights are spent thinking of you.
I'm no knight,
But dear,
I would search the world,
every city,
Looking for you if you ran away because of this.
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