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Jun 2016
I ask for someone to hear my cry
Before I say I want to die
My love for you is something rare
I don't know if it's truth or dare
When i start to fall in love
You ask me what I'm thinking of
You don't understand how I feel
For you understand nothing real
Trust is what you want but you lie every day
Can't you see it's hurting me and love shouldn't feel this way
You say your faithful but is it true?
You lie to me and your friends too
You'd be the one to loose if I just let you be
No one will be there for you, not your friends or me
You always think you'll come out in the end holding all the darts
When really you'll be the last in line --- with the only broken heart
Sheila M King
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Sheila M King  Oklahoma
(Oklahoma)   
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