The irony of love is loving the right person at the wrong time
I’m okay, I’ll survive.
I only think about you half the time
All these tears, all these drops in the ocean baby
You barley even cross my mind no, no
and it doesn’t hurt that much
I’m okay, I’ll be fine.
I only think about you half the time
The more I give, the less I get
sometimes I wish that we’ve never met
cause I was fine ‘til you broke through.
/Victoria.
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