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Mister Wrong

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britanica14

Published: Jan 2, 2013

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Literature Text

I always fall for mister wrong
He gets me with that smile
And then drags me along
Acting like he loves me
Pretending that he cares
But he doesn't give a crap
So now I'm left here
With a broken heart
And a stream of tears

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GeesPumpkinPie

Mar 24, 2013

When something like that happens it will hurt but don't dwell on it. It will only cause you more pain. You just have to put yourself back out there. The next relatonshop might jot work but once one door closes one opens you just have to see that its open and have the courage to walk through it.

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