as the days pass me by
I think about you
about me
about us
I can never be satisfied unless
I make sure that you're happy
endless suffering
that I cause you
day after day
but you don't complain
so I think
maybe im crazy
or maybe im in a daze
because im a perfectionist
when it comes down to the ones I say I love
and then when I mean the things I say
nothing will go wrong
we are getting to that number eight
seems like its a bomb waiting to explode
its just my heart
which you are the only one with the code
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