well

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I put too much trust into you
I put my heart in your
Cold
Sad
Broken
Hands and believed you wouldn't hurt me
You promised me the moon
But all I got was
A dim light
From a half dead flashlight
Oh
Worry me
I'm dying
For you
But
Its fine
I'll love you all the same

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