Tell me what I want to hear No, don't do that Lie to me and pretend to hold me dear I won't feel better until you do Pretend to love me Then break my heart Rip it into two and then try for a second chance Only then will I feel wanted Only then will I feel affection For I've gotten used to Unhappiness.Birth sign: Scorpio
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