i'm afraid we wont know much more than this
our smoothed over smiles and conversational bliss
you're the closest thing i ever knew of a gentleman
I’m everything but the lady you make me to be
ill write you off and label you on my arm
its been better but seen worse scars
it’s the leaving that I’ve grown accustomed to
but with this whirlwind that you put me through
keeps me wanting more than you're willing to give
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