Every night I think of you, I see you in the distant blue. It's just
so hard to see you there, I just can't help it, but i stare. I just
love you ever so much, it's really hard trying to get out of this
lust.
Lust or love, what's the difference? It's still my heart, that
I'm givin. My heart is not a toy, but i guess it was to you boys.
I miss you with all my heart, but then again it was you who made it torn
apart.
 
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