On occasion I raise a certain question
I mean, for sure, it's just a suggestion,

But do I want to love you?
And what makes me feel the way I do?

Truth be told, I used to know
But my heart beat now, seems awful slow.

Once again my hands don't shake,
And I find it easier to keep awake.

I don't dream anymore, don't care
No matter if I do know you'll never be there.

But, do I still want to love you?

Only sometimes I think I do...

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