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Still remember the first time you were convinced

to come up to my room, took all my hints,

wrote them to print and read it sober,

then realized you wanted to come over,

last time i held a girl as tight as i did you,

i was certain i had found something true,

yet truth and love still evade one another,

like a druggie does with his cop brother,

i was certain with you i had everything right,

but she couldn't handle my foolish ways, now at night

i relive and refeel every second we shared,

even with no talking with one another, just not fair,

that i'm still remembering and loving,

still feel that you are compared to nothing,

and something still lives in me that loves you,

hasn't decreased which makes my days tough too.