I feel bad for that boy.
So foolish to trust me.
Or maybe I changed, most likely something wrong with me.
I explained it so clearly, but what was done is done. Love crushed under a foot like dead roses.
In his eyes, I could do no wrong.
I was the girl in the world, the one of his dreams.
I would (never) poke him.
I would (never) ignore him, always available.
I would (never) be rude, I was just a little thing.
Gaslighting, oh hes never heard of her.
Everlasting.
Blinded by love.
But, but.. You put that past me! I would never repeat what I did to that pitiful boy.
Goodness, it wasn\'t even that bad. A small twinges to love, so?
That concept shouldn\'t be expected perfect, flowers aren\'t.
Some flowers are crushed under foots like love.