2009
09.23
09.23
I’m sorry, that when you compliment me
When you stare
You’re seeing something that simply isn’t there
I’ve been accused of being cold
I allow it and leave the truth untold
Because what you view in me isn’t how I think of you
And expressing it just isn’t something that I’ll do
It’s funny, how you love me
While I want someone else entirely
And neither of them take any notice, I’m sorry.
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