A True Story
You said you loved me,
Then I needed an ice pack.
You said you were sorry,
Then you took that back.
My heart is heavy,
And my mind is weary.
But if you put your hands on me again...
The end for you will be dark, lonely, and dreary.
Then I needed an ice pack.
You said you were sorry,
Then you took that back.
My heart is heavy,
And my mind is weary.
But if you put your hands on me again...
The end for you will be dark, lonely, and dreary.
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