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I'm running out of ways to make you see,
that my last dying breath would ask for you beside me,
i won't be OK and i won't pretend that i am,
just let me finally be happy, please take my hand,

please say yes and take the blue meanies out of sight,
i must have turned left cause you feel right,
i want you to lay between my shoulder and my chest,
if i asked you to come down, please say yes,

something so simple you make complicated,
you are a pimple once you've popped you're overrated,
you were the perfect way to me now the path is unclear,
what more do i have to say to you, i've lost this year,

i can hear your heart beat through my cover,
i wanted you to know that i am ready to go like Donald Glover,
quite Childish myself claiming me to be a lover,
call me Rambino and your heart will be uncovered.