You acted as if it was all me
You hated what you saw in me
And the love was gone, it had to flee
But we were scared to be lonely
As your hands roam where they shouldn't,
do you still think it feels the same?
We don't have to say it means something,
because we're too scared to be lonely
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Author:
Brie (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Love
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Comments1
Well written, Brie, but don't let the roaming hands lull you into believing that lonelyness can be substitute for love.
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