Cos when you're apart you
don't want to mingle
when you're together you want to be single.
Ever the chase
to taste the kiss of bliss
that made your heart tingle.
How much greener the
grass is
with those rose tinted glasses,
but the butterflies they flutter by and
leave us on our arses.
Cos I'd love to feel love but I can't stand the
rejection,
hide behind my jokes as a form of protection
I thought I was close
but under further inspection
tt seems I've been running in the wrong direction.
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