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I'm a walking contradiction personified. Like as if you don't know that already.

Thursday, May 08, 2008 @ 11:49 PM

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"When he holds you close, when he pulls you near

When he says the words you've been needing to hear

I wish I was him with these words of mine

To say to you till the end of time

And I will love you, baby - Always

And I'll be there forever and a day - Always

I'll be there till the stars don't shine

Till the heavens burst and

The words don't rhyme

And when I die, you'll be on my mind

And I'll love you - Always"

If you didn't convey what you needed to say to me at that point of time in a song like this, I might have believed you. But, I guess, for now, I'm done with being serenaded like this because I'll never know if you ever mean your words. Don't say things for the sake of saying it without meaning any of them. That's why they are called love songs. And, I'm supposed to be the singer, remember? :)

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