All my problems trace back to you.
Remember that time you walked towards me, cutting off the sun?
I looked up and I just knew
That you would be the one.
Remember our first fight?
I thought you were a stupid, useless chore.
Later when I apologised—9pm at night—
You interrupted me, said you were sorry, and I’d never loved you more.
My problem is why oh why do you love me?
I’m stubborn, oblivious, never been cared for.
Wouldn’t you rather just break free?
Free from the evils of myself, the real ugly bore.
What did I do to deserve you? Thank you for your kindness.
Surely you will learn to deal with me, save me from my blindness.
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