I sit here And think of you 

I hear that song 

And I think of you 

Everyday that passes 

I think of you 

That’s the problem with love 

It doesn’t ever fully leave 

I’ve come to realise that I’ll always think of you 

It’s as if my heart has reserved a permanent place for you 

But the love isn’t returned 

You do not love me back 

Now I have to live with this unrequited love 

And it hurts

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