torn to pieces
When you give all you've got..... Why do you get so little in return? When you give your heart.... why does it give them a free pass to make it burn? Love is a fantasy, but it can be a reality... but no more do i want it crowding me. You may think you learn the boy's mind, but actually you never do, they'll chew you up and spit you out before you know it.... depends on the kind you pursue. I wanna love, but i don't.... I xan, but i won't. I've been through the fire and its not fun, especially when you're battling with your inner self, and the battle you haven't won.
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