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Jan 2018
Please believe me,
this love's only a bad habit.
I promise you if you stay here
the tears will only fall farther.
How can you extend your hand?
I'll be cursed by your father, I'll be saying
"I can't love your daughter enough!"
As I'm walking, walking out the door
I'll wipe the sweat off my forehead.
There is nothing more to be said.

Live a life you truly deserve,
I'll mess you up, I'll destroy you
and I'll live a lie that truly hurts,
there's no way back from the truth.

I live for it, I die for it, I itch for it, I scream for it.
Please believe me, this love's only a bad habit.
I lie for it, I pry for it, I'll die for it and I'll die again.
Please believe me, this love's only a bad habit.

I see what they do on TV and can't help but laugh,
it's a script written by loners with good imaginations.
I would know as well as anyone else, I can't fight it.
All my love, all my conversations have been one-sided.
There's a box of chocolate for a Valentine and I think
"I can't help it, all I see is the green in the pink".


Live a life you truly deserve,
I'll mess you up, I'll destroy you
and I'll live a lie that truly hurts,
there's no way back from the truth.

I live without it, but I'd die for it,
the contradiction of a pessimist.
Please believe me,
this love's only a bad habit.
This is the death of a romantic.
Wyatt
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Wyatt  22/M/South Carolina
(22/M/South Carolina)   
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