I wish you didn't tell me that the moon didn't steal my hair.
I don't know why but when I was younger I thought it did.
But one day I told you that and you told me,
that's stupid and grow up.
You ripped my heart out and didn't give it back.
Since then I haven't been the same.
I still haven't forgiven my self for telling you.
Every time I look at you I ask you WHY did you tell me that.
You told me wrong.
Why can't you tell me the truth,
you were the only person that gave me a reason to live.
But now it's hard to look at you,
But you are to beautiful.
Hopefully one day I will build up the courage to forgive you.
... but I can't promise anything yet.
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