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3 little words.
Have torn me apart
Since I can remember
Since I've had a heart.

I just want the middle one.
And maybe the last.
But I know it won't happen.
Truth is in the past.

The first is selfish,
I do agree.
It's not you you you.
But me me me.

Remember though, it's still not been said.
I mean, it's like forcing someone to kiss you.
Someone who's dead.

That's what it feels like every time.
These three words are suffocating me.
I can't speak to you in fear that they will escape.
Nightmares made real.

The middle is meant to be a happy thing.
Something made of first and last.
And as I dream I dream of spring
As I said; love is in the past.