What could possibly go wrong,
I'll just break my heart,
One more time.
Yet there's a hope that lingers within me,
A hope that maybe I would be loved,
Just the way I love.
But as each day es by,
I can't help but notice,
That I'm always wrong.
There's no way I would be loved
I'm not anyone's beloved.
No one's going to blush when they hear my name.
Maybe I'm just made to love,
And not be loved.
I still hope,
That I find myself,
Being loved truly,
Atleast once in my life.
*Image not mine*
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