You Always dress in layers and carry an umbrella on your arm.
When it comes to mans best friend, You had one once, But he ate your shoes and then had problems digesting them; So you decided you would rather be alone.
When it comes to Love, it gives you a headache. There is too much involved. Your afraid of failure, of loosing, of saying the wrong thing...or maybe the right thing.
You over think yourself out of heartache, yet...your alone, thinking to yourself.
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