It hurts to know that you don't trust me. It hurts you knowing that you hurt me. I can barely breathe at the thought of the sensitive subject that you left me in the dark for.
We are one no matter what, however we need a tighter bond. So it's your choice would you like duct tape or gorilla glue. Because like it or not your stuck with me.
So what would you have me do,run and hide, or man up and swallow my pride. Because baby I swore to you that I'm in it for the long ride.
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It Hurts
RandomWe say that we love each other and yet we tear each other down layer by layer How can we love when we are damaged beyond repair Where I come to vent and breathe
