Maybe judge who you know, not who you see.
Maybe there's more to this than meets the eye.
Maybe I love you.
Maybe I'm broken.
Maybe I don't need your criticism right now.
Maybe I still have secrets.
Maybe I'm sorry.
Maybe this hurts.
Maybe I want more.
Maybe I have blood on my hands.
Maybe we can get through this.
Maybe we can't.
Maybe I miss you.
Maybe I can see through your disguises.
Maybe I can't breathe.
Maybe letting go is hard.
Maybe these haunting thoughts remind me.
Maybe I don't need you anymore.
Maybe there's more to life than this.
Maybe this is overrated.
Maybe I realized that I'm not happy.
Maybe this is wrong.
Maybe I'm crazy.
Maybe I love your eyes.
Maybe I'm tired of pretending.
Maybe I'm tired of waiting.
Maybe I want you to make the first move.
Maybe we're trapped here.
Maybe we're too late.
Maybe I'm guilty.
Maybe I'm innocent.
Maybe I can't take this anymore.
Maybe you're beautiful.
Maybe I'm blind.
Maybe it's good to see you.
Maybe it's all in the word order.
Maybe this is me. Then again, maybe it's not.
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