Three. Three words.
Three. Three words.
why does my
why does my
soft heart soar?
broken heart ache?
I shouldn't feel
I'm sorry to
this way, right?
feel this way.
everyone says that
you say that
i'm not feeling
i'm not feeling
this way, but
this way, but
i can't deny
i can't deny
that I like
that I miss
being in your
being in your
soft, pale arms.
soft, pale arms.
you whisper in
you shout at
my blushing ear.
my crying face
"I love you"
"I hate you"
you love me.
you hate me.
is this right?
do you really?
i don't think
I hope that
i care if
you realize this
this is wrong
is wrong. because
or if it
it hurts, it
is very right.
can't be right
