I don't mind if you say this love is a last time

There's a fine line between love and hate.
Something's getting in the way.
Something's just about to break.
I will try to find my way in the diary of him.
As I burn another page.
As I look the other way.
I still try to find my place in the diary of him.
So tell me how it should be.

Desperate I will crawl.
Waiting for so long.
No love, there's no love.
Die for anyone.
What have I become?



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