Stumbling around in the same circle
Only hearing words that are hurtful
My hand cover my ears
My eyes flooded with tears
Make up running down my face
Mind racing all over the place
Questions spin
In the end, did you win?
Was it something I wore...that made you call me a *****
Could I have done more...to keep you from walking out the door?
My heart you tore...and you threw the halves on the floor?!
The first boy to say "I love you"
And the first boy to say "I hate you"
Said I was perfection
Now you can add my heart to your collection
Sep 6, 2015
Sep 6, 2015 at 9:04 AM UTC
Stumbling around in the same circle
Only hearing words that are hurtful
My hand cover my ears
My eyes flooded with tears
Make up running down my face
Mind racing all over the place
Questions spin
In the end, did you win?
Was it something I wore...that made you call me a *****
Could I have done more...to keep you from walking out the door?
My heart you tore...and you threw the halves on the floor?!
The first boy to say "I love you"
And the first boy to say "I hate you"
Said I was perfection
Now you can add my heart to your collection
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