what's the point in loving you?, wishing what we could be?, when you're out living your life, and not even missing me. what's the point in crying, if it's getting me no where?, and what's the point in hoping, when I know you don't play fair?. what's the point in chasing, when you don't want to be caught?. what's the point in me trying? when my heart is the one that got shot. and what's the point if it only ends in a mess?. what's the point if I know I'm settling for less?.
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