Real
This is how its supposed to go
this is the end of the very row
this is how it all plans out
death by love lost by doubt
hopless romantic my death to kill me
simply takes your loves and turns them away
till they cant even tell you they dont really care
all those people gone and abondened me
well go on then leave my life
you get used to people leaving me
but theres one thing youll always remember
who i was
just becuase u didnt see it at first it might nag at u during time
that the girl u saw was who i wanted you to see
because its too much effort to be the real me
by
BrokenHeartsTornUpLettersposted on 06/25/2008
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