My heart is bleeding
Because I didn't know if he really loves me
My heart is bleeding
Because I don't know if he really loves me for me
My heart is bleeding
Because I don't know if he cares about me
My heart is bleeding
Because I don't know if he worries about me
My heart is bleeding
Because I don't know if he loves someone else
My heart is bleeding
Because I don't who he really thinks about
My heart is bleeding
Because I don't know if he really meant the things he say
My heart is bleeding
Because I don't know if he really feels the way I feel about him
My heart is bleeding
Because I don't know if he's the one for me
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Junice Michele Lanza
Writing poetry comes from the heart.
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