The one?
You keep telling me to change,
by saying that Im strange.
And tell me Im not good enough,
to hear that is tough.
You see, you have had a past,
I no you say that has passed.
But you make me be like him,
and that makes me feel grim.
You must not realise,
how much my heart cries.
When I think about them each day,
my heart becomes gray.
This all threatens my hope,
I dont know how longer I can cope.
Maybe our time has come,
and I am not the one.
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