love is real , real is love
We look to movies and books for poses of love
But in this moment im praying to heaven above
You tell me you love me and I beleive it again
But needless to say, I feel like im stuck in an animal pen
I put on a mask, but im dwindling in fear
But how many times will it take till your apology is sincere
Days grow long and soon its a fraction of the past
Baffled in utter shock of outlook now , the contrast
For now I know the true meaning of love
Love is real , real is love.
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