cruel
Why, just why. Why dose this happen every time.
I look at you and get butterflies. But all I can do is sigh.
I am too afraid to show you how I feel, too scared to show what is real.
You have already seen it, I guess its time to believe it.
Why am I such a fool? Of coarse you'll never love someone this cruel.
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