Standing here all alone
Not letting you know
How much it will hurt
To have to let you go
Your heart is strong, but not mine
I hold back the urge to be with you
What will it cost to see this love lost?
“50c for romance… 50c for romance!”
Yells the beggar with her bell
She knows the loss of love all to well
People act as they think they should
But
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