Jaded Masquerade,
this love not pre-paid,
but in the fine print it reads “We can’t gurantee your love won’t fade”.
My heart is tangled up in these bed sheets,
looking in your eyes my heart skips a beat.
Cuddles and snuggles,
late night talks about past struggles,
yet I still don’t know who you really are.
Jaded Masquerade,
no need for first aid,
I’m not here to invade.
…Just give me your name.
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