Trust You?
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Hanging on the edge
With your eyes open
You pry my fingers loose
Always pretending to save me
You had nothing to loose
My emotions are stubborn
They refuse to learn that you can't do me any good
Or is this your little way of telling me that you care
Or keeping me in line
A line that you drew the day I met you.
You shoot when I cross
What's love if it's lost at a thought?
Trust me like I trust you
I would die for you
And I don't even know why I feel this way for you
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