But the day...that you made up your mind saying I have to lose,
even though others said its fair...but my heart won't admit it...
Hate the girl that walks next to you,
the more I see this...the more hurt I get,
hate you for looking over me,
it makes my heart painful,
hate myself as well... lost but won't admit it,
how long will I be weak for?
don't know why...I'm not a good loser
order myself to forget,
erase it all...don't know why,
I still like you...
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