You gave me your heart,
I let it drop ,
Falling short of my promises ,
Falling short of your trust .
Like a sprouting plant ,
Your hate for me has sprouted,
I deserve your hate,
You deserve my honesty.
If our fairytale had a title,
You'll probably call it undeserved,
I'll call it priveledged,
I left you for the game .
You'll never believe me again,
But believe me just this last time,
I LOVE YOU, though I left for fame,
Yeah I left for the name .
©bp.
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