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Love or madness?
We were just making it up as we went along.
Pretending like we knew things,
we didn't.
Pretending we could handle what was happening or what was gonna happen,
we couldn't.
We tried.
But were a bad romance yet so good together,so perfect.
Nobody expected us.
They knew that we could never be but had hope that our oddness together would create the perfect match,
because we really didn't know what we were doing.
Nobody helped us,
we didn't want them to
we just let them watch
like we were entertainment.
We were so confused in ourselves
it was something we had never felt before.
It was so odd..
So different, yet so perfect.
Me and him had bets on forever,
Promises,
Some hurt.
This "thing" was hard
A game.
A soap.
Just bad entertainment.
"So we just go for each other, it's all about each other" we said.
"We'll just make it up as we go along
Hoping it can keep us by forever."
We pretend we don't care what they say.
We pretend we can't hear them.
We are just people,
passing by on life,
making it up as we go along.
We knew that one day it had to end we just had our fingers crossed..
Till one day he uncrossed his fingers
and without me he left this thing,
a indescribable pain.
But we just made it up as we went along..
Today I realize what it was, we just made a creation of something to
keep us busy, making it up as we went along. Passing by on life.

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