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Contemplation
Eventually it all comes clear. |
| you can't love a girl with sadness in her eyes. you can't love a girl with mascara on her cheeks. you can't love a girl with scars on her wrists; she tries to hide all of this with a smile. you can't love a girl with nothing to offer. you can't love a girl who can hardly trust herself, you can't love a girl who needs you, when she needs you more than you need her. you can't love a girl when you won't take the time. you can't love a girl when your eyes won't meet her's. you can't love a girl when you have a girl on your arm and she won't let you go. and you can't love me if i can't love myself. so maybe it's all my fault. |