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i'd give you an answer, but often you don't like them.
i can dream all i want, doesn't matter if they come true or not.
i'm tired of the what ifs, and the knowing it won't happen.
love is such a tiresome thing.
what is love?
and what becomes of your heart, when all you think of is shallow things, boy?
i wish i could hold you, and let you be happy, but it sacrifices everything i believe in.
at the same time, i'm actually content.
for once in my life.
and i want to push you away, far far away, but everytime i get so close to this, i pull right back and hold you from here.
i wish you knew God.
so i'll stand from here, and pray for you.