Held In Thought
I'd Hate To Think
That We Lost Battles
That We Never Fought
The Love We Sought
As Hard As It Was
Could Have Been Wrought
Shaped & Moulded
Instead Each Time I Tried To Explain I Was Scolded
Fragile Soul
After Mather Of What The Cold Did
Young Heart Let Me Not Confuse You
Never Asked You To Love Me
Because You Don't Have To
I've Got Nothing But Bad Intentions
I Break Girls Like You
I Was Illusioned When I Said I Love You
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