Something's just... different. I can't exactly pinpoint what's amiss, or foreign. This, i've never felt. It's right, yet wrong. It is, it's not. I'm jumbled, fooled, confused. Is this the way it's supposed to be. Part of me says so, yet another begs for the past.
Perhaps nothing ever really works out does it. Perhaps i'm always the one who's at fault. Perhaps i'll always be the fool. The ignorant. Perhaps i'll never really know how it feels like. Perhaps i've never really gotten over. Perhaps i'll never get it. Perhaps, love just ain't right.
Perhaps nothing ever really works out does it. Perhaps i'm always the one who's at fault. Perhaps i'll always be the fool. The ignorant. Perhaps i'll never really know how it feels like. Perhaps i've never really gotten over. Perhaps i'll never get it. Perhaps, love just ain't right.
Fate has her plans.
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