I'm tired of wearing my heart on my sleeve.
I'm tired of carrying the weight of it all in my eyes.
I'm tired of burying my thoughts under a heavy sigh.
I'm tired.
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Every spring has a honey bee that stings,
Some things can't change.
Oh,when the fire gets to close and it reminds you
that things can change in love.
But it sure feels good at first.
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