i’m not used to being loved this way
i think i know what’s good for me
that’s all i have to say
i’m afraid, maybe
of losing what we have
i’m not used to being loved this way
my heart longs for company
whispers to the fear in my head
that’s all i have to say
how can i feel sure about love
when it makes me unsure, too
i’m not used to being loved this way
my pain is temporary, though it still aches
you were my saving grace
that’s all i have to say
those three words can heal but
i’m not used to being loved this way
that’s all i have to say
Nov 15, 2020
Nov 15, 2020 at 11:11 PM UTC
i’m not used to being loved this way
i think i know what’s good for me
that’s all i have to say
i’m afraid, maybe
of losing what we have
i’m not used to being loved this way
my heart longs for company
whispers to the fear in my head
that’s all i have to say
how can i feel sure about love
when it makes me unsure, too
i’m not used to being loved this way
my pain is temporary, though it still aches
you were my saving grace
that’s all i have to say
those three words can heal but
i’m not used to being loved this way
that’s all i have to say
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