No one sees the scars I hide; |
They all say they know me oh-so well, |
No one understands the perfection I seek, |
You're slowly picking up the pieces of my heart, |
Though my heart's still broken and aching with pain, |
No matter how many times you make me cry, |
If I'd never met you I might be dead. If I'd never met you I'd still have my heart. |
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Before you I never knew what love really was. Before you I never knew I could hurt so much. |
***I mAy Be SiNgLe BuT mY hEaRt Is TaKeN*** |