Babe is this dementia?
Or an unknown sickness
That causes one to think that we've been
Here before
Every time I think I see something new,
It’s a vague memory of a past memory
I wonder if it’s normal (what is normal?)
To want to be with you every minute, every day
The worst part is that it doesn't feel selfish.
It actually feels sincere and genuine.
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