As my heart grows ever more cold,,
I'm becoming a person,
That was never foretold
Your actions becoming increasingly bold,
Your hand is getting harder to hold
And now i am aware of the lies that you sold,
Our love is beginning to unfold.
Nov 23, 2020
Nov 23, 2020 at 11:29 AM UTC
As my heart grows ever more cold,,
I'm becoming a person,
That was never foretold
Your actions becoming increasingly bold,
Your hand is getting harder to hold
And now i am aware of the lies that you sold,
Our love is beginning to unfold.
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