I'm still here loving you.
Do you still realise?
Do you feel like my love is going to waste?
Well we both know that it is,
But if I do I might never admit.
I don't call it a waste,
Because I'm spending it on you.
However it's not being returned.
You could count it as a waste.
It's been around six months.
That's half a year that's already gone.
Half a year of my wasted love.
How has it already been that long?
My love for you still feels fresh.
It's just never been used.
Jan 3, 2015
Jan 3, 2015 at 7:33 AM UTC
I'm still here loving you.
Do you still realise?
Do you feel like my love is going to waste?
Well we both know that it is,
But if I do I might never admit.
I don't call it a waste,
Because I'm spending it on you.
However it's not being returned.
You could count it as a waste.
It's been around six months.
That's half a year that's already gone.
Half a year of my wasted love.
How has it already been that long?
My love for you still feels fresh.
It's just never been used.
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