I would tell you I love you,
but then I would have to kill you.
I want to care for you,
but all you do is flirt.
You call me amazing,
but you love too many girls.
You are a flander,
you call them all sweetie.
Sometimes you all I think about,
and others I can't stand you.
Do you have just me,
or are there others you toy with too?
I like to say your all mine,
but I don't know if that is completly true.
I used to trust you with my heart,
but now you like to tweak with it.
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I have no clue why I wrote this
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