When I love so hard.
Sit timid with fingers crossed,
that I’ll be able to cope with the simple fact that...
everyone is perfectly imperfect.
The one I love who I fear will make like fall and leave,
Stares death in the eye so comfortably.
With me, I must learn to be comfortable with heartbreak.
Spend my life trying and trying to give and give my all
Letting myself fall hard for men that I love so hard.
Who is the one for me?
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