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This must be fate, you keeping pushing me away

But still your hands are glued to mine

You whisper the three word’s of love and hate.

It seems like years since I saw your eyes sparkle.

But I’m not going to be

Be the one who leaves it to fall apart.

The flame burnt out long ago.

But the fabrication of our lives.

Still need the fake ness of his heart.

Split up. Torn apart.

The simplicity of secrets.