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This doesn't seem real.
Like I'm living the role of another.
A heart that's fallen.
A soul that's broken.
Ive been misdirected, misinformed....missed.
I've fallen in a love that's lost.
Bombarded by memories of what was.
But no longer is.
My head says one thing...
while my heart says another.
If I could release this confusion...
its quite possible I'd know what to do,
or maybe not.
Sometimes you must walk away...
Give up the fight...
Die a lil' inside...
Or you fall and let love catch you.
If we're not meant to be...
why does it hurt so much being without you...
why do I smile at just the thought of you...
why do I ache to hold you?
If we're not meant to be,
Why do I believe you were made for me?
