The Boy
There is a boy that I see
Though more handsome and fairer then me
He is constantly on his knees
Looking up, he begs for mercy
Throwing his secrets in the sea
Never could we agree
No longer was I feeling free
I wished so much for thee,
That you could be my lock and key
Forgetting that I was him and he was me
No longer do I hear his pleas.
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