My huge problem would be my huge imagination.

Is it just me
Did I commit a crime
I won't believe that loving you
Is just a waste of time
Or was it in my head
I'm reading into things that you never said

'Cause I still don't have the answers
To why we couldn't work it out
I wanna think it's something that i did
So I can turn it back around

But if I still believe you love me
Maybe I'll survive
So I tell myself you're coming home
Like you've done a million times
And if it's alright
I'll still be loving you
'Cause I can't break it to my heart

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You haven't yet given me a reason to give up all hope. Because I'm a resourceful person, with a massive amount of imagination. So if I want to, I can make it so you still love me.

And maybe that way I'll survive.