I stop living
I don't know what to do with myself
without them
when they're not around
I squirm
nothing seems worthwhile
and I would drop anything
if it meant a date.
Being in love is the blues
there's nothing to do any more
but love
and sometimes be loved back
when I know I will see them again
every day is in the way
until that day
I just can't stand being in love
all my plans are shot
and I just live for them.
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