I am a ****** to love
No one has ever squeezed my hand
No one has ever blinked an eye in my direction
No one has ever put his arm around me at the movies
so that I could say "Thats such a cliche ."
But that is okay.
I ask myself if I care
And most the time the answer is no
Im okay by myself
So I guess what im trying to figure out
is why it matters so much
to you
May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 12:23 PM UTC
I am a ****** to love
No one has ever squeezed my hand
No one has ever blinked an eye in my direction
No one has ever put his arm around me at the movies
so that I could say "Thats such a cliche ."
But that is okay.
I ask myself if I care
And most the time the answer is no
Im okay by myself
So I guess what im trying to figure out
is why it matters so much
to you
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