I tend-to-see...
hearts...
And so,
I love hard
I love hard for hearts that never tend to me
That's my crippling tend-ency.
I have a tend-ency
I tend to feel more than I know
And in the end it tends-to-be...
that I know nothing
Of the love, I love
Because it don't belong to me
I have this tendency
A habit if you may
A tendency to wait for hearts that choose to walk away.
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