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The way you hurt me,
not physically.
not physically.
But a killing spree.
into my heart.
As if you were throwing a dart.
The way I let myself hurt,
quite emotionally.
When you flirt.
not with me.
But with my friend whom I see.
The way I don't fight back,
the sadness.
The happiness I lack.
I let it win.
As if losing was a sin.
The way my heart still aches,
for you.
Ending in terrible heartbreaks.
watching you like another.
Knowing that we will never be together
into my heart.
As if you were throwing a dart.
The way I let myself hurt,
quite emotionally.
When you flirt.
not with me.
But with my friend whom I see.
The way I don't fight back,
the sadness.
The happiness I lack.
I let it win.
As if losing was a sin.
The way my heart still aches,
for you.
Ending in terrible heartbreaks.
watching you like another.
Knowing that we will never be together
