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Do you love me for real? At times I hate myself I guess I need to learn to deal With complications I cause myself I couldn't care less about wealth Just what's real I feel you feel my words When I'm speaking or you reading I could lay with you every night I stay with you every night I've know I've done wrong I'm living my life to make it right I'm sure you've left me in your head Just stay one more night When the morning comes Hopefully I'll rise with sense like the sun I know loving you is fun I know that your the one Though with all that I've done Even though that I've won I can't help but wonder Do you love me for real Or will this relationship plunder The thought hit me fast as lightning It's screaming at me loud as thunder This love is o so exciting Though the thought of losing you frightening I may plunder into the gutter, and hit the darkest point of my life like when I lost my mother.
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Feb 25, 2016
Feb 25, 2016 at 12:40 PM UTC
Do You Love Me For Real?
Do you love me for real? At times I hate myself I guess I need to learn to deal With complications I cause myself I couldn't care less about wealth Just what's real I feel you feel my words When I'm speaking or you reading I could lay with you every night I stay with you every night I've know I've done wrong I'm living my life to make it right I'm sure you've left me in your head Just stay one more night When the morning comes Hopefully I'll rise with sense like the sun I know loving you is fun I know that your the one Though with all that I've done Even though that I've won I can't help but wonder Do you love me for real Or will this relationship plunder The thought hit me fast as lightning It's screaming at me loud as thunder This love is o so exciting Though the thought of losing you frightening I may plunder into the gutter, and hit the darkest point of my life like when I lost my mother.
jay-bryant
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Feb 25, 2016
Feb 25, 2016 at 12:40 PM UTC
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