I'm afraid of you.
Every promise you make, every words that breeze through your mouth so effortlessly.
Not because I don't believe them, but because I have seen how quickly you can walk away. How quickly the imaginary lines get shattered.
And all that's left is disappointment.
Maybe, just maybe the glass has shattered enough.
Every promise you make, every words that breeze through your mouth so effortlessly.
Not because I don't believe them, but because I have seen how quickly you can walk away. How quickly the imaginary lines get shattered.
And all that's left is disappointment.
Maybe, just maybe the glass has shattered enough.
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