Ain't that special at all

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By Jessicaa

If you really like me, like you say Then how come you never show it on the outside If you really like me, like you say Then how come I always caught you on a lie If you really like me, like you say Then how come you don't want me to meet your friends If you really like me, like you say Then how come, your words are feeling like the end If you really like me, like you say Then why are you so scared to give me your heart If you really like me, like you say Then why do I feel like we've grown apart If you really like me, like you say Then how come you don't talk to me any more If you really like me, like you say Then what are you making me crying for? If you really like me, like you say Then how come you don't call? If you really like me, like you say, O, fuck it, I guess I ain't that special at all!

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