The BrxkenButterflies Project

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I wonder does it blow your mind,
That I'm leaving you far behind.
And I wonder does is stop your heart to know,
I'm not your sunshine, anymore.
Okay,
You're pretty,
Your face is a work of art.
Your smile could light up New York City after dark.
Okay,
You're cover boy pretty,
Stamped with a beauty mark.
But it's such a pity to see a boy so pretty,
With an ugly heart.