Rough as a rock, nothing close to a diamond.  

Trying to put on a front as if he didn't break her hymen.

He's constantly telling her that he loves her, but does she love herself?

Words like that will make her even consider death. 

What you speak is all lies, and no matter what you say she cries. 

No I wouldn't say she's blind but she wouldn't know love if it stared in her in the eyes.

That's ironic see... 

Wait nevermind forget that, everything she ever felt  rip that

Ball it up in the trash, because she'll never be anyone's diamond.


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