Do you deserve me, as you are a liar, are you broke, or do you pretend, what can I do , to take you away,there is nothing left to say, it has been done before, try to trick me, cuz I know the game you play, I will aways remember what you have done, don't make me choose, cuz I have made my decision, are we meant to be together, because we are not , you drive me crazy, by being next to me, we got nothing better to do than pretending, do you feel what I feel ,cuz i know it's a lie, my heart is blind, so i don't see the lie in your love
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depression
PoetryLife is sometimes more depressing. So going on with it is better than ignoring it. But keeping the pain inside the heart is annoying
