I am so dearly sorry for it all
but there's comfort you don't feel this sadness
that grabs me at nightfall
it was your last straw
last straw
last
straw
I'm layers deep now
I was rubbed raw
rubbed raw
rubbed
raw
and after every little thing
I'm sore
I was protected once
but not any more
any more
any
more
I can't blame you thought you didn't
help
I did this for myself
to myself
to my
self
A love story
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A Love Story, if told correctly, will do nothing less than ruin your heart.
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