Its strange meeting someone so great
This relationship is now moving at the BFF rate
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Blind
they say men are the worst offenders
night after night bender after bender
the heart on the sleeve is to blame
A mans love is just a game
After one burn the doors begin to close.
crusting over, love cannot impose.
we feel the pain
begging to believe there is nothing to gain
trying to fill the void
after our first night, I begin to avoid
hoping you can believe in me
i just cannot surrender sleeve
it was nice meeting you
are those clothes mine to?
i wish i had plans to try again
love no longer begins