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she's Not stuck up, just tough enough, to stray from the touch of others

from all the fuck ups, shes cust enough, over guys who didnt deserve

to hold her hand, make life plans, or even call her baby

cause were i stand, guys have and can, drive you fucking crazy

ive walked in your shoes, they may have been loose, but i have caught your tears

youve told me truths, you wouldnt let loose, and even told your fears

that i will not divulge, even as i grow old, cause i dont wanna brake your trust

this i promise to up hold, friend hate fitting this mold, i suppose thatll be us

she sees through her eyes, herself despised, while wanting to look like other women

everyones shares this in their lives, lets compromise, this is the request im givin

hold your head up, dont let up, do this i know you can pull through this bull

life aint set up, but for you id step up, to show the world how your beautiful

she's not concieted, just bruised and beaten, miss independent

what makes her completed, is her dream and, i gotta resepect it

even tho, in my dreams she shows, up more than enough for comfort

they say let go, so i guess she'll never know, how much i love her

but if i do, i will say screw you, to the notion

that she too, sips this brew, this mutual love potion

explodin, erodin, this concept out of the ocean

of doubt, that ima about, cause for us ill still in the back of my mind be hopin

ive had many crushes, false loves with, this fuckin heart i carry

they smile i blush its, a must, its rich, a bitch is what i am see

a man hastely in love, but t-r-ust me, when i speak of her and you'll

maybe brush, on how i just, see her for how she is beautiful