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Just an Option

I'm starting to realize the world isn't as beautiful as it seems.

The way someone can just go and crush all of your dreams.

 

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Just a fool vulnerable to his touch

Enjoying the way he made her blood rush

 

If he wants her to stay the night

It means he really likes her, right?

 

Wrong. Just like one of those sad songs

She now can sing along

 

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I'm starting to realize that some people aren't as wonderful as they seem

When you end up liking them better in your dreams.

 

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Innocent girl who gave all her heart

warned by her friends that it wasn't very smart

 

But with the words that he used

it wasn't really something that she could choose

 

The way he tricked her in order to keep her coming

Her heart would pound- a constant loud drumming

 

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I'm starting to realize that it's hard to believe in your dreams

When your young heart has been ripped apart at the seams.

 

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Her heart is in irreversible pain

His name is now said only in vain

 

His image is all she has left

But he has everything- clever theft

 

Her mind is filled with so much regret

He is something that she'd like to forget

 

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I'm starting to realize that happy endings aren't common  in life

when each day lived is a constant strife.

 

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He was a priority. She was just an option.

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Sep 20, 2010
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