I janie Heyward want
to live in your eyes
and die in your arms
and buried in your heart
I do love you
but it don't mater if you love me back
i kno i can't make anybody love me,
all I can do is be loved.
the rest is on them
but as long as I can see or
I can breath
long lives your love which you took mine
and gave me yours,
because of you I
laugh harder,
cry less,
and smile a whole
lot more,
the love I gave you or you took
and torn,
or thouhgt you burned,
oh baby
how does it feel to be scorned
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