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[starlit_picnic]

I didn't write the book of love
I doubt I'm even in it
But I loved you so much
I hope you know I meant it
Every look
Every touch
I tried so hard to send it
But it's not enough
And so you had to end it

My pain is proof
That I loved you too
I know it's not enough
There's nothing left to do

Now I drink and call you up
Beg you to believe it
I can hear you roll your eyes
You tell me to just leave it