I wish you are here,
to make things clear.
Should I love you, or should I not?
I never want to see you sad,
'Cause it makes me feel bad.
I want to talk to you,
and make you laugh.
But it seems like I can't,
'Cause he's always there beside you.
I guess I'll just have to wait,
Wait until your heart is ready.
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