wrong person
constantly we find ourselves torn on holding on
to maybe a new change and realizing that we hoped for
was jus another dream told
but yet another soul too broke to keep promises
and love that never really loved
i know that feeling all to well actually
just under the spell of green eyes and a tounge that lies
but me failing to realize this until it was all just way too late
i chose the wrong lover yet again
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