him...they're all the same
say the same things
looks at me the same way
as if i was made for them
i blind them with with
my forsaken beauty with
just one glance and they're
hooked
they only see my beauty on
the outside and don't care
for what's within
him...they're all the same
say the same things
bring the same tears to my eyes
not once do i ever get a sorry...
just a "thanks but maybe next time"
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Tiaunna N.
I can't go on running through lovers...
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