Wearing my heart on my sleeve
I would just like to believe
There's a world that would respect my fears.
To open up and display what I fear most.
To let it be known in no uncertain terms
What I would feel.
There is no excuse this time.
You hurt me knowing well what it would do.
I would just like to believe
There's a world that would respect my fears.
To open up and display what I fear most.
To let it be known in no uncertain terms
What I would feel.
There is no excuse this time.
You hurt me knowing well what it would do.

1 Comments:
I'm not going anywhere, sweetie. Plastic stars.
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