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This has got to die.
This has got to die.
This has got to end.
I can't keep on like this,
I can't let you pretend.
You know how I feel,
And you target me
With your suggestive talk
And smile of snide beauty.
You push me to the limit.
I don't want to feel this way.
Why do you do this to me?
What do you want me to say?
Want me to admit my feelings?
Want me to show regret?
Well if that's what you're expecting,
It's not what you're going to get.
I am not what you seem to believe,
Despite what my heart may say.
Forget what you're trying to achieve,
I cannot and will not betray.
This has got to end.
I can't keep on like this,
I can't let you pretend.
You know how I feel,
And you target me
With your suggestive talk
And smile of snide beauty.
You push me to the limit.
I don't want to feel this way.
Why do you do this to me?
What do you want me to say?
Want me to admit my feelings?
Want me to show regret?
Well if that's what you're expecting,
It's not what you're going to get.
I am not what you seem to believe,
Despite what my heart may say.
Forget what you're trying to achieve,
I cannot and will not betray.
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