if i lied and said i hated you
would it be better than the way things ought to be
cause you're so blind to the way i feel
for all i know you feel the same as well
i catch a glance of sympthy some days
do you know more than i give you credit for
why do you lead me on like this
you should be mine but you're not
and maybe i'm ok with that sometimes
i'm so confused about where i belong
are there arms out there that are waiting for me
i wish they'd hurry up and find me
and Peter learned to love...

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