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Starving at Tiffany's (Villanelle) by horus8
I will cross my heart, and hope to die
While stuck in my past obsessing
But i will not be your "Catcher in the Rye"
You trained me to learn, and then to lie
As i watched our love undressing
I will cross my heart, and hope to die
You made me swear that I would not cry
I can look that unkept while suppressing?
But i will not be your catcher in the rye
When i broke down you still asked, "why?"
Though i was torching photos, digressing
I will cross my heart, and hope to die
With tickets in hand you said, "lets fly!"
You make me feel that i'm worth caressing?
But i will not be your catcher in the rye
Love was a trinket that they taught you to buy
When you claimed all needs depressing
I will cross my heart, and hope to die
But i will not be your catcher in the rye.
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