The Difference.
Players will be players.
All they think about is the game.
Girls fall and they fall hard.
All they feel is the pain.
I'm going to tell you I love you, hoping this is real.
Maybe you'll tell me what you truely feel.
I gave you my heart.
Oh, but a small part.
If you use it right we might last,
If you don't you'll be part of my past.
-C.
All they think about is the game.
Girls fall and they fall hard.
All they feel is the pain.
I'm going to tell you I love you, hoping this is real.
Maybe you'll tell me what you truely feel.
I gave you my heart.
Oh, but a small part.
If you use it right we might last,
If you don't you'll be part of my past.
-C.
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