you say you want me there, in your arms, with you
your friends they see me, of course they'll ask who
I am and i'm waiting for that day
when what you tell them is the truth
and not another one of your lies
that you seem to tell all of the time
do you not love me? why don't you want them to know?
that it's me who has your heart
but you wanna "keep us on the low"
maybe I want more than to sneak around just to see you
maybe I don't want to hide behind all these secrets
maybe I've finally found my weakness
all I know is I don't want to be a secret anymore
but whatever I guess
Nov 26, 2018
Nov 26, 2018 at 10:49 AM UTC
you say you want me there, in your arms, with you
your friends they see me, of course they'll ask who
I am and i'm waiting for that day
when what you tell them is the truth
and not another one of your lies
that you seem to tell all of the time
do you not love me? why don't you want them to know?
that it's me who has your heart
but you wanna "keep us on the low"
maybe I want more than to sneak around just to see you
maybe I don't want to hide behind all these secrets
maybe I've finally found my weakness
all I know is I don't want to be a secret anymore
but whatever I guess
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