A numbers game


One... Two...

I love you and I don't know what to do

Three... Four...

Fear is at my very core and you can't escape this hot war

Five... Six...

I don't have a bag of tricks and I'm sorry, there is no fix

Seven... Eight...

I hate when they say its fate and I was just really too late


I hope to one day see you again and I will miss you till then



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