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There's this feeling called love
They say its blessed from up above
I say, what do "they" know
I think of him, but I'm as cold as snow
Proly cause I know he's not thinking of me
Fuck, why would he?
I mean I know I'm pretty
But is that all he sees? Something easy?
Something to fuck and throw away
What can I say
I chose this life or was it destined?
When will this all end?
I'm so tired, I think I deserve better
Just want that neatly folded up letter
Hand written with care
Saying, "I'll be there"
But do I deserve it? I'm full of lies
My heart now turns to ice