Pour your heart out,
You won't be hurt this time.
Let your guard down,
You have it up too high.
Why don't you trust me?
I wouldn't hurt a fly.
Oh, you love me?
I'm sorry, I can't.
Goodbye.
Apr 18, 2020
Apr 18, 2020 at 3:51 PM UTC
Pour your heart out,
You won't be hurt this time.
Let your guard down,
You have it up too high.
Why don't you trust me?
I wouldn't hurt a fly.
Oh, you love me?
I'm sorry, I can't.
Goodbye.
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