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I love you.
How many times do I have to tell you that?
I'd fill my whole diary with the "I love you's"
that I wish you would listen to.
But you don't.
Band-aids are for wounds,
not for a romance like ours.
Truth betold,
I am a liar.
At least my ink speaks the verity that my tongue rejects.
Take my blood.
Write our future.
I hate you.
How many times do I have to tell you that?
I'd fill my whole diary with the "I hate you's"
that I wish you would listen to.
But you don't.
you don't.
How many times do I have to tell you that?
I'd fill my whole diary with the "I love you's"
that I wish you would listen to.
But you don't.
Band-aids are for wounds,
not for a romance like ours.
Truth betold,
I am a liar.
At least my ink speaks the verity that my tongue rejects.
Take my blood.
Write our future.
I hate you.
How many times do I have to tell you that?
I'd fill my whole diary with the "I hate you's"
that I wish you would listen to.
But you don't.
you don't.