The Plan

This is what I planned:

to lead you on

to make you cry

out of pure vice

 

But my plan desperately failed,

as I got to know you

and I figured you were nice.

 

And I cannot stop thinking what I was planning for you was wrong,

But you say so kindly,

we would not be together now if I wasn't strung along.

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