No amounts of new jeans can make me feel better.
Not enough enough DVDs can make me forget,
But I will try.
Its hard to avoid the songs you introduced,
Because they’ve become my favourites,
But I have to.
No poems cannot describe the nearest I feel,
No words can calm me down,
But they try.
No present can replace my past,
Not enough pain to make me numb,
What else can I do?
I hate everything to do with love,
And that means I have to hate you,
But can that be true?
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