I didn’t want to blow up
but now I throw it all at you
YOU WERE BEING MEAN
When I did nothing but truly loved you
Devoted to your mistrust
Saw beauty in your disgust
When my hope was killed by your lust
I abused your cursed Halleluiah
Kept silent to pull through
You don’t have to be true
It’s not a problem anymore
Glad you left the door open
You and her would make great sense
Better than anything else
I’m quiet certain
Any Lone London boy
© Copyright: Анна Шу, 2003
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