Will you ever open your eyes and see
Past my skin and long brown hair?
I am beginning to think, "No"
Prove *** is not the reason you care.
You understand my thoughts so well
Own so much information about
My life you could ruin it
My dreams and you'll do it no doubt
I don't think the love you hold inside
Is the same love I feel in my heart
It is strange but I'm starting to think
It would be a good idea to part
I am finally fed up with
Pushy pressure and forceful remarks
Show some respect; give it a rest
Your hands behave like hungry sharks
Apr 12, 2018
Apr 12, 2018 at 1:58 PM UTC
Will you ever open your eyes and see
Past my skin and long brown hair?
I am beginning to think, "No"
Prove *** is not the reason you care.
You understand my thoughts so well
Own so much information about
My life you could ruin it
My dreams and you'll do it no doubt
I don't think the love you hold inside
Is the same love I feel in my heart
It is strange but I'm starting to think
It would be a good idea to part
I am finally fed up with
Pushy pressure and forceful remarks
Show some respect; give it a rest
Your hands behave like hungry sharks
Written a long time ago about a handsy boyfriend
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