My Process
My curse is I care to much! I'm
stuck in my ways, refuse to
learn from my mistakes, giving
away my heart is easy I'll hand
it to you if you would ask for it
without hesitation it's yours.
Unfortunately I'm a hopeless
romantic but that's only got my
feelings hurt in the past. After
all these years that have past
by of loneliness, I would have
woken my ass up to the simple
truth that hearts will change
and mine will be left shattered
into a million little pieces. It's
only a matter of time before I
mend them back together just
to repeat the process over
again.
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