Please love me
you tell me, you cant tell your love
but that you want me just to know.
but how should i know?
you keep photographs of your exgirls
you hang drawings of her into your room
i cant understand.
and how should i feel?
i am not sure.
i got in contact with you when we fucked
but you had a girl i didnt know before
and now i am told to trust you?
i am told to stop worrying?
i am told to stop complaining?
this is not fair in my head.
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