Heart
I feel what I shouldn’t
I don’t understand why I do this to myself…
You can never be called mine.
All the talks we have
All the jokes we make
The endless late nights on the phone
In the end they mean nothing
You see me as a buddy
A freind
What a joke, my heart hurts
Curse these feelings,
I am a friend to you
I know now to shield this heart
To hide
For who would want me
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