Distorted Reality
He was definitely not my type
So I shouldn’t want him
But I know I want to
You know, he’s kind of cute
I’d like to get to know him
We kissed then
He’s my silver knight
He says I’m so beautiful
He promises, never to hurt me
His promise fell
It’s a lie
I see him pull her into his lap
He loved me. He loved her
Everything changed
Call it distorted reality
I’ve still got the scars
Love is overrated
I promised. Swore. Crossed my heart
You can turn your back. But you can never really walk away
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