When he holds me as the sun starts to set,
And the rain starts to pour, I feel different
The way he looks at me as he holds my cheeks,
As he kisses me on my front porch that
night it felt wrong, I don't know why but it did
He tried to comfort me from crying and drowning from my own tears, He always tried to he did everything for me
I felt guilty because he liked me as more than a friend when,
When I don't feel the same.
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