Like Loving You
It's a circle of confusion; it's the path long and dark.
It's trying to complete the puzzle that's missing the biggest part.
It's the flower without petals, wondrous yet left behind.
It's a world of imagination that comes from nobody's mind.
It's a lie that made me feel better, though I know it'll never be true.
I guess you could say this also the way I feel about loving you.
I'm often in a world of confusion, walking that path all alone,
and I know without that single piece, that puzzle will never be done.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, so is hate and scorn,
and those petals that once grew here are now but bitter thorns.
So, tell me another lie but say it honestly,
and whisper how you really feel about loving me.
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