They tell me this isn't real,
that you're just a fake.
All I know is that i know how to feel,
and this isn't a mistake.

As I lay in my bed,
thoughts of you run through my head.
Not knowing what this feeling is,
this feeling called love.
Heart beats increases,
eyes go wider,
but in the end,
out hearts will end up in pieces.

Why do we keep this up?
How do you put all these feeling into me?
Things are better and nice,
and I now know that you are the only one in my life.
 
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