I met the guy of my dreams,wasn't what I pictured him to be.
Now i'm just left with his memory.
Instead I just cry.
I want to be free,still wishing that he was in love with me.
He is my inspiration,he helped me believe in love again.
Then it all had to end.
I wasn't looking for love.
I didn't even want to try.
I had given up.ready to die.
Yet I'm still here.
hoping that one day,he'll feel the same wayI don't think that it will ever happen.
Maybe I am to blame.
He knew what he was doing.He was the best.
Now I am hurting,can't let this rest.
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