he knows he’s a sore loser
but he just can’t help it.

he knows he’s making fun of himself
but he just can’t help it.

he knows he’s an utter idiot
but he just can’t help it.

Why?
Because somewhere at a corner of his heart he is grasping and clinging to HOPE.
Even though his heart aches to a certain extent he feels like ripping it apart because of the dreadful feeling, he doesn’t wanna give up.
HE JUST DOESN”T WANNA GIVE UP.

Even if it means his heart is shattered, into smithereens.
Broken into pieces.

p.s. Even if we’re fallin apart.
p.s.s. I hate the fact that I love you.

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