Oh Dear you don't know the half of it.
I'm not the girl you think I am.
I want to hear your songs Oh So very bad, only because you insist on perfection or nothing else will ever do. And its scary to think what you will do to yourself if the latter.
I know I will hate your songs, only because they will be contrived cliches nothing that hasn't been said before by a better man.
BUT I will smile and kiss you gratefully anyway like the phoney I am because like I've told you many times before
I could never ever hurt you.
x
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