Many a times I've told myself,
"Choose the boy right, choose the boy right."
But love, you paint such lovely images,
I just can't help but be drawn to you.
Love's an excuse to get hurt,
and to hurt.
Do you like to be hurt?
"I don't"
So why did you hurt me?
But love, you paint such lovely images,
I just can't help but be drawn to you.
Love's an excuse to get hurt,
and to hurt.
Do you like to be hurt?
"I don't"
So why did you hurt me?
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