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You told me you loved me; I walked out

I am an idiot without any doubt.

I told you somethings, lets forget

I know it hurt when my words hit.



"You aren't my type" I used the excuse

Maybe I'm looking for abuse?

I've never had anyone to treat me right

One to make up after every fight.



It might take awhile to get your trust

But I have to know, is it love or lust?

I cried last night from eleven to three

You wrote me and said "Let us be."



I replay the song over and over again

I'm not ready for us to end.

No matter what, I'll always be here

Writing this also brings a tear.



Babe, I'm sorry.  Please understand

I do want you holding my hand.