"The fault, Dear Brutus, is not in our stars,but in ourselves that we are underlining."- julius ceaser
I swear to go this song must have been written about Will and Tessa
Well, maybe I’m a crook for stealing your heart away
And maybe I’m a crook for not caring for it
Yeah, maybe I’m a bad, bad, bad… bad person
Well, baby I know
So I think it’s best
We both forget
Before we dwell on it
The way you held me so tight
All through the night
Til it was near morning
‘Cause you love, love, love
When you know I can’t love
And these fingertips
Will never run through your skin
Those bright blue eyes
Can’t only meet mine across the room
Filled with people that are less important than you
‘Cause you love, love, love
When you know I can’t love
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