sing aloud, melodies for the skies
raise your voice, let it be known
the life you lead, is what you chose
but i honestly can't keep telling you i love you, when it isn't true.
i hate myself for even letting you think i loved you.
i wish there a word like sorry, only better.
but even then, it may not be good enough.
and its true, i do love you. but i can't say it like you want me to and really, its more you're my brother or my best friend. and that's not enough to extinguish my hopes of falling in love.
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