She had some trouble with herself. She always belonged to someone else. I’ve had you so many times but somehow I want more. Look for the girl with the broken smile. It’s not always rainbows and butterflies, It’s compromise that moves us along. My heart is full and my door’s always open, you come anytime you want.
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