poor thing…

Agony by Vanessa Rodriguez No matter What i do, To keep myself from loving you. I can’t help but to get weak, Everytime i want to speak, Everything i want to say, By your smile my words are taken away. But i now realize, I can’t be seen through your eyes. Agony strikes, Cause now i see. That you and i, Weren’t meant to be.

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