It would be you,
To where as something abstract
Personified
Still I hate my guts
For I have love you so long
Yet the act has yet be done
Still shaken to the core
Still trembling on my knees
I guess I liked you too much
Too hard
And the fantasy I made
Inside my mind
Is too good to be true
And those fantasies would crumble
The moment I take a leap.
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