I don't know if I love him, I just know that thinking about him makes me cry. Mood is like a notepad.
Open the notepad you carry with you
Many things are written about you
You hate being left out and are used to being waited on
You only come to me when you are lonely. I saw the feelings I wrote down
Put yourself behind humble circumstances
I've been waiting for you for too long, I think you'll shed tears
And what is happiness?
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