I wonder why do I love you when it was all just a feeling?
Why don't I just stop dreaming, for it's just a feeling and nothing more.
I didn't want to love you when I knew there wasn't going to be any exits.
Now I have to hold on since I was the one who invented this passion.
I told myself that I wasn't ready, for love is not a game.
Now I have to hold on cause there’s no one to rescue me.
I guess I should just pretend that I was dreaming?
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