I stopped writing you love poems,
Because you told me I was lying
enough,
enough,
enough,
That you were right.
And it doesn’t bother me in the least,
That I like you better for it.
I stopped writing you love poems,
Because you told me I was lying
enough,
enough,
enough,
That you were right.
And it doesn’t bother me in the least,
That I like you better for it.