You think of her late at night And wish you could be holding her tight While lying in your bed, staring at the ceiling, Trying to figure out what it is you're feeling. You don't want to ever tell her goodbye. It would cause so much pain, you'd want to die. She's got this hold on your heart, And with her you don't want to ever part. You know it will bring her much sorrow, So you say to yourself, "I'll tell her tomorrow," But then tomorrow becomes today, And then today turns into yesterday. You can keep it in the back of your mind To a place where no one can find, But then you would only be in denial Of what you've been needing to say for a long while. You weren't supposed to fall in love with her, But you just kept letting yourself fall further and further Into a hole you knew you couldn't get out of, And now you're just another fool of forbidden love.Birth sign: Cancer
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