There's no telling.
All you can do is remember that,
No prediction's necessarily happening.
And no attitude's a foregone conclusion,
You surprise me time and again.
Just when I think it is the end of us,
You go ahead and let me back in.
But that is not the end,
It is not the beginning,
It is the continuation of how it,
Is going to be for eternity.
Because it's alright,
When you stop to think about it.
Love was never meant to be a static thing,
Or we'd never have a heart, I bet.
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