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"Don't" ©
Don’t run your fingers through my hair...
Why cant I help but love you,
Even after every last hate filled word...
You used to think I was beautiful,
Perfection, I believe was your word...
You used to think I was beautiful,
Perfection, I believe was your word...
Why cant I help but love you,
Even after every last hate filled word...
Sleepless, staring at the ceiling,
Thoughts drifting in and out of you...
Every things bleeding with a new kind of pain,
And i know once I'm standing, I wont be the same...
"Still only a friend"
The hardest thing my poor heart...