When I met you
I was trying to forget someone
Now I’m worried I’ll ever have to forget you
It’s sadly likely
You’re one of a kind
We’re both rude
But you’re more kind
I’m tough
And you like it rough
She said the way it started will never go no where
But you (…sometimes) seem to care
So I’m playing games, but only because I really like you
Don’t give up on me
I’ll try to make it worth
Though I have failed every other time
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