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| Lost You're lost in love because you won't ask for directions. So you follow a road that leads you to pain. Of all the things I could offer, The things I sacrificed and given, You haven't wanted any. You never asked for my love, for my trust, But I've given them, no questions asked. Now I wonder why. You have a clear picture in your head of what you want. I could give them if you just asked me to. Maybe I'm not the one, though. Or maybe your not the one. I'm supposed to learn that everything is predestined, But we choose to what extent we follow the blueprints. I'm beginning to think that if this is true, The universe has a sick sence of humor and justice. Of all the people that I've cared for in my life, It's never seemed so pure, so right. If you could just see through your hurt and pain And betrayal, you could see me for who I am. Your friend to the end, yes. But so much more. |
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