My One Thing
All my days I see the possiblity of being with you,
but never once have I thought about being without.
From time to time my mind wonders on the idea,
that one day you'll grow bored and leave
Love is my Achilles' heel
Love isn't measured by the love you receive, it's measured by what you give.
I'm giving you everything I have.
Is it selfish of me to pick a lover over my family
maybe it's because i've spent so much of my life with them, and not enough with you.
But if there was one thing I couldn't live without, it's you.
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