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Can you stop reminding me how you'll never love me?
He will never look at you the way that I do.
All day you are in my mind.
Remember how we were before?
Let's go back then . . . way back when.
Even when you're gone you're here by my side, listening to my every thought, only as best friends.
So, every time I tell you this, how come you never hear?
Love, a word you play around with, is not true when it comes me and you.
Open your eyes, and look at what I have to see.
Please, listen to me just this once,
Even though you don't care about what happens between you, me, we . . .
Zero is the number of times that you have cried wanting me, and a million less than I have cried wanting you.
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