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Difference
Is there a difference between being in love and being blind?
Because whenever I am looking at you all I see is a light,
You call it suicide,
I call it a valentine,
You call it holy lying,
I call it slowly dying.
But honesty I see no difference.
And if you think I am content with they way things end,
The you got this all wrong,
But I guess there is no changing the heart,
So what's the difference?
You call it an ending of meet and greet,
I call it the heat of never being complete.
But I guess to you there is no difference.
