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Unless You Say It Can'T Be True

How do I begin this I'm too rusty, and still too inexperienced I'm only good at middle lines but I'm in the middle of trouble I think I'm in love... I know, I know It sounds like I'm just repeating the same old story but please just hear me out I don't know what to do I'm a little scared, justly terrified What if I'm wrong and it's just a one-sided affair What if I'm wrong and I get my hopes up to have them dashed Or I royally mess up and become the king of idiocy I mean she's...she's the entire opposite of me but she's everything to me I can talk to her about any and everything She's incapable of hate with a real smile painted across her face always my living Mona Lisa She's love elated while I'm out-dated She makes my brain swirl with new possibilities new memories, new ideas She, she makes me feel like my head is feel weightless my heart on fire oh man do I want to have her so close to me so I can feel her lips upon mine so I can just hold her in my arms call her my love, my forever after call her the names of the ones I wasted on the loves that never stayed but she's stuck on the west coast and I'm a native to the south Maybe it's for the best I don't want to ruin things I don't want her to leave me but I feel like I'm going insane she's always on the brain I can hardly spend a day without smiling at her pretty face a framed picture of her in my daydreams but I don't want to make a move cause I know how I get when I say I love someone yet this time... What if I'm right but...what if I'm wrong again Well I promised her she could read this It's brief but this is what is inside my head that I'm in trouble that I'm losing it that I'm a kid across the state hopeless hopeless but in love with ...you unless you say it cant be true...

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