As every day past,
I always wonder if I will live to tell this story,
the story of my lonely past.
Every day I wonder if I will live on
to tell you I love you.
To tell u I hate u
is like stabbing my heart repeatedly,
with a cold knife.
Yet I always wonder what would happen
if I told u I love u,
will that knife still stab me?
Or will all that pain will go away.
People say do anything for love,
but what if love is never possible for you,
for me.
And what if I hate you;
will the knife still stab me?
The day I will stop worrying,
the day I will stop all this nonsense,
the day I say I hate you,
that same day when there is no clouds covering my soul.
I will already have told u the truth.
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