I used to love, fact.
To be loved, fact.
And be hurt, another fact!
Opposite to what I expect
A perfect love story.
Pile of rose- guide from here to somewhere
Then found out something there
Wake up in the morning with a smile on my lips
TADA! End of imagination -that's only on fantasies
Why do I imagine things like that?
Why just face the reality and fact
Is it i'm very despair about love?
Or it is the only thing that I can have?
But all I know was these
My love story always end up messed
Nothing to do with that
It's really the logical fact.
Woah.
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