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By Ali Date: 2002 Jun 10 Comment on this Work [[2002.06.10.21.00.15953]] |
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Believe me when I tell you That I know what love is, And what love isn't-- Yet it isn't easily defined. I've had broken bones, And a broken heart, But trust me-- The broken heart's worse. The boy lies sweetly, Casually, To my face, To my heart, Even though I only seek the truth, And I wonder now what the truth is, Because once upon a time I thought that I knew But than I watched the truth change Before my very eyes-- But it all depends on one's perspective. The boy talks like a wise man, And I listened once, But I know better now, Because he is nothing But a self-made fool, And I deserve better. The boys smiles sweetly, But I know what's behind that grin, I know what lurks underneath the charm, And you know what? I don't need him anymore-- 'Cause the boy's just not worth it. |