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I love you till my death And you don’t even sit flowers on my grave Because I’m not here to remind you Not that my love refines you I just want mutuality For you to think of me the same way I do you For my love not to be in vain For these tears not be so shamed I love, to love you But you love yourself more If fact your so oblivious of these feelings you wouldn’t hear it knocking at your door I hate to love you Because all those around me find me foolish to love someone who doesn’t care who doesn’t spare my feelings who doesn’t dare to love me back Never setting your pride aside But even still I’d be second tier I’d be first in line for your show First in line for the ticket, sitting in the front row But that wouldn’t matter to you No not to you…