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Unsure

If I could, I'd take all the pain
Make it so you never feel lonely again
Regardless of what it did to me
If I had to give you up, so you could be happy
But the problem is, I'm not sure what it is you need

Unrequited love is always agony
But is that you or is that me?
This distance is a travesty
But do you want to be next to me?
Not sure I can take the liberty.

I'd give my life to see you smile
Take away the pain even for a little while
You think I'm like a child
But I've seen you break out of this sad reverie
And what I saw still touches me
I wonder, what do you see, when you look at me?

You're so easy to love
And I'm not hard to please
You're so ready to give
And I'm so eager to put you at ease.

The truth is I've never been good at sharing
I like to fully possess
It's not selfish, maybe call it insecurity
I don't like to be second best
My heart can bleed much longer
Than some people can breathe
And so you see, after all that we've been through
I still can hope, I can still believe
In a love so pure, so true.

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