00:05 - Something Or Other
It's not love, but it's something.
And I like our secret something,
As although it's not the real thing
It's a whole lot more than nothing.
I've hated being nothing.
All I was to him was nothing.
So if, until, the real thing.
I'll be satisfied with something.
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