...They Don't Know About Us...
It is painful to be with you
But your love is worth the pain
Deep in a closet where we can hardly breathe
Holding each other under a veil of deceit
Loving you but nobody can see it
Hickeys, kisses and gentle touches
Enough for them to speculate about us
Yet we can't accept what we have
Or just be happy together
Deflecting from the norm comes at a price
And in this case it's a heavy one to pay
But loving you is like taking a drug
The stronger it is, the more you get intoxicated
I don't know where we stand in future
But the present is our time to be
Maybe our love can't be exhibited
But it'll nonetheless be cherished.
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