How?

I wish I didn’t love you, and I wish I didn’t care,

I wish that when I turn around I can’t see you standing there.

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Whatever made me love you, I wish it wasn’t true,

Yet should I have the choice, I’d make you love me too.

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Its never gonna happen, it never will be true,

Your never gonna look at me how I look at you.

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I suppose I’m always gonna love you, and I wish you felt the same,

I probably shouldn’t even care, you know? So why the hell complain...

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I’ve felt like this for so long now, and these feelings aren’t exactly new,

But how am I supposed to get on with my life when I'm so in love with you?