Everything hurts,
It hurts and it hurts.
But now thinking back,
All it dealt was burns.
Was there a time, when it felt okay?
Was there a date, when you chose to stay?
Was there a place, when everything's alright?
Was there a day, when you held me tight?
Maybe at the start when we first met,
The time in the rain where we got wet.
You loved to tease and would always try,
But where are you now, when I want to cry?
Whether what you did is intentional or not,
I became someone who tried her best not to rot.
And now, thanks to you, I've learned how to knock,
Before going in and finding you not.
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Flowers Of Love And Tears
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