don't think

Don't think I'm about to go

crying over you

he walked me to my door

never been done before

but in place of a kiss was a hug

what is such a thing as love

so tangled up in all this


Don't think I'm going to miss you


when the sun fades just right

reminding me of the ecstasy

with which we painted the skies

he makes me smile, he makes me sigh

you are just a stupid guy

a stupid boy

a stupid toy

I was so stupid to believe

cupid had been kind to me.

Don't think I'm wishing you were here.

I never want you near

never wanted you

and nothing but the truth. 

The End

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