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Is it stupid of me to like A person like you Is it stupid of me to think You would change But I guess we’re both stupid I can’t believe the rush I felt When you talked to me Who would've known It was that easy But I remembered what you did I can recall my tear stained face And all the things you said Is on repeat But you’re so sweet Worrying about me And so dumb To think I would leave I don’t think you really know me If you do, what were you thinking I don’t let go that easily Especially since you mean so much to me And now I sit cold and afraid Of what might happen But then again, I’ve been through this before Again and again I don’t care Can’t you see? All I want to do Is to speak to you Talk to you, love you Without worrying That you’ll just leave me Hanging there This is the 21st century Martyrs don’t exist You might be the last of your specie A love martyr Don’t you know What I need Is not your protection But your presence Sadly, I can’t do anything You've made up your mind And I’ll accept that wholeheartedly But don’t be surprised if I’m gone You got what you want And I’m gone.
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Apr 19, 2013
Apr 19, 2013 at 8:10 AM UTC
Love Martyr
Is it stupid of me to like A person like you Is it stupid of me to think You would change But I guess we’re both stupid I can’t believe the rush I felt When you talked to me Who would've known It was that easy But I remembered what you did I can recall my tear stained face And all the things you said Is on repeat But you’re so sweet Worrying about me And so dumb To think I would leave I don’t think you really know me If you do, what were you thinking I don’t let go that easily Especially since you mean so much to me And now I sit cold and afraid Of what might happen But then again, I’ve been through this before Again and again I don’t care Can’t you see? All I want to do Is to speak to you Talk to you, love you Without worrying That you’ll just leave me Hanging there This is the 21st century Martyrs don’t exist You might be the last of your specie A love martyr Don’t you know What I need Is not your protection But your presence Sadly, I can’t do anything You've made up your mind And I’ll accept that wholeheartedly But don’t be surprised if I’m gone You got what you want And I’m gone.
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Apr 19, 2013
Apr 19, 2013 at 8:10 AM UTC
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