๐“•๐“ฒ๐” ๐“œ๐“ฎ

Hold my hands, Iโ€™ve been hurt

With you I try to flirt

But it just brings up past experiences, just a whole bunch of dirt

It makes me think about all the times they tried to get under my skirt

But thatโ€™s not the worst part, my patience is running short

All I ever wanted was love, but all they did was play with my heart

And even like that I never gave up, torn but hoping for a new start

Love me entirely, piece by piece, admire my beauty like fine art

Hold my hands, I need your support

Iโ€™m an introvert, because I always get hurtโ€ฆ

They promise to love me and then fall short

Iโ€™m counting on you as my last resort


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