Tell me that you love me and pour out your heart for me.
Tell me I’m the one you want to get a hold of.
Tell me you want to be with me until the end of time.
But I’m sitting on top of this cloud, floating above in the sky like a dove.
Not the one that looks good with hate, so teach me how to love.
But how can you teach me how to love if I already fell in it?
Everyone needs to know that it’s not hard to revive a dead flame.
The flame was rekindled when I came; the flame went out when it rained.
So should I keep going and talking about my pain?
Or should I end it with this line and write my name?
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