martes, 6 de abril de 2021

Liking him was easy, 
Too easy to be that damn good 
I knew it would hurt. 

Still I put my heart, 
Outside my chest to let him
Tore it up in pieces. 

Guess I'll always be 
The kind of woman who is
Left, alone, sad, mad. 



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