hey, you're treading on my life,
you're leaving marks but that's alright,
in a year or so i'll look back and i'll smile,
these things last only for a while.

in many ways,
this is a waste of time,
what will become of it all?
i make you cry,
know you in crowded streets,
not what i wanted at all.

then, what else could i do
instead of thinking about you?
pleasure now will justify our love,
see, i even call it "love".

in many ways,
there's nothing i'd rather do,
one kiss makes sense of it all.
and what's to come?
let's just not think about it,
it might never happen at all.

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