his eyes are blue
i write a note
to ask this boy out
he says no
and throws my note
in the trash
my little heart is broken
it's almost all i can stand
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his eyes are blue
i write a note
to ask this boy out
he says no
and throws my note
in the trash
my little heart is broken
it's almost all i can stand
