you don't know how to be loved
i'm waiting here for a chance to prove you wrong
why don't you open up and smile at me
i'm trying to be cryptic and failing miserably
the hope is pounding through my veins
i'll try and keep the beat to myself
you were never one for rhythm anyway
a glance can mean the world
an empty shrug can mean my life
are you afraid to mean so much to me
it's too late you already own my heart
and Peter learned to love...
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