They all think, not know
They think I’ve done something
When they don’t know it
Wasn’t me
It was her, she took him from me
Murdering the love that sparked
Stealing the glitter in your eyes
Why do they think it was me?
Do they not see?
I love him
Misunderstood in Familiar Emotions
Revised: 11/03/2021 3:03 a.m.
- Nov. 2, 2021, 5 a.m.
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Last updated November 03, 2021
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