Don't leave it all unsaid,somewhere in the wasteland of your head.
Morrissey
To me you are a work of art, and I would give you my heart - that's if I had one.
Now this might disturb you, but I find I'm OK by myself;and I don't need you or your benevolence to make sense.
It begins in the heart...and it hurts when it's true.It only hurts because it's true.
I was wasting my time, praying for love.For a love that never comes, from someone who does not exist.
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