Love is a blind whore with mental disease with no sense of humor.
The day you finally decide to love me will be the day
after the day I have given up on chasing you.
after the day I have given up on chasing you.
Remember all those times i swore i needed you?
Well consider them white lies.
Cause darling I'm here without you and still surviving.
Because ice melts into rain as love turns into pain.
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