What happen to love?
When you look at a girl and you look in her eyes.
Those beautiful eyes hold ugly lies.
Lies that were told, lies that were said.
Only for her to get into bed.
Like "I love you I really mean it."
I'm sorry but those words have no meaning.
I don't believe in love anymore.
All because people use it like they can get it out of a convenient store.
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