Do believe in magic,
the type the never goes?
Do you believe in love,
the kind that forever grows?
When i first met you,
i learned to believe.
Everything you offered,
i wanted to receive.
I thought we got on,
we spoke every single day.
Now you tell me that
your feelings have gone away.
Was it the real you,
that i got to know?
Or was it just that you
refused to let yourself go?
You made me think you were
honest and were being true.
Now i know the whole truth
I'm not sure what to do.
I'm sat here thinking about
the times we shared.
How could i have been that
stupid and believe you cared?
It wasn't a new wound just the
re-opening of an old cut.
When you told me i wasn't good
enough, it hit me in the gut.
I used to believe in magic,
the type that never goes.
I used to believe in love,
the kind that forever grows.
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