You've left scars
but they're "healed" by your kiss
You've left bruises
good thing its hit or miss
I wish you were happy
Maybe you wouldn't take it out on me
So you wouldn't hit me
but Im sure you cant see
That you've made me hate you
and dread the moment we're to meet
I try to do EVERYTHING not to make you mad
so you won't knock me off my feet.
Everytime I start to leave
you beg me not to go away
I love you so much, a little pain that's all
This is how well stay. |
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