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When youâre sad and want to cry
I want to help but donât know why. To make you smile, remove your tears, Itâs all I wanted for so many years. But you ignore me all the time, And donât whant for us to rhyme. Your words are thorns that scratch my heart, Your thoughts are knives that tear me apart. I know you know youâre in my dreams, I know youâre different then what it seems, I know you want someone to see But donât know why you donât like me. âItâs just one girlâ my friends would say, But they donât see you every day. You are so great, they are so blind, I canât stop thinking, youâre in my mind. I wish I knew whatâs next to do, I wish I knew you love me too, I wish Iâd stop wishing things And knew the pain that love soon brings. Your eyes are jewels, your lips are gold, Thereâs so much love for you I hold, But your words are thorns that scratch my heart, Your thoughts are knives that tear me apart. I wonât stop, wonât take it slow, I wonât give up until you know That when it rains or when it snows Youâll still be for me, a rose.
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