B
Rereading through our conversations,
I regret
Every truth I could've said
And every lie I ever fed.
It seems I wasn't me.
We were just a well written sitcom,
of a Lothario who can't love,
And a girl who was sent from above.
But I'm glad,
Things are in the open,
The stains of a love affair,
gone wrong still linger in dreams and nightmares.
And I do care.
Yes,
Care about you,
A lot I do.
But not enough,
To dare,
To ever love you,
So I bid us adieu.
Apr 22, 2014
Apr 22, 2014 at 1:07 PM UTC
B
Rereading through our conversations,
I regret
Every truth I could've said
And every lie I ever fed.
It seems I wasn't me.
We were just a well written sitcom,
of a Lothario who can't love,
And a girl who was sent from above.
But I'm glad,
Things are in the open,
The stains of a love affair,
gone wrong still linger in dreams and nightmares.
And I do care.
Yes,
Care about you,
A lot I do.
But not enough,
To dare,
To ever love you,
So I bid us adieu.
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