Real or Fake
How many tears will hit the floor?
I wish they'd stop its getting late.
I never seen this as my fate
We started off with just one date
We lived and loved and made mistakes
They piled up and made us break.
Is love real or is love fake?
I guess its all just what we make.
Copyright © Kalee Robertson | Year Posted 2013
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