I just want to tell you
For the times you don't feel enough
I miss your face,
and how you never get tired of the songs you love
We'd sing them all night,
and then we'd sing them some more,
I love you,
and I don't think there is a possible cure
I just want to tell you
That I love you
Just because
Life is a race,
and we can all get preoccupied with other stuff
I'm hidden in plain sight
Wishing you would knock on my door
I love you
I never said I wanted to be cured
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Frankie Martinelli
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Ugh, such a powerful ending. Awesome work.