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True love is nothing more Than the wrong hill to die on Trauma bonding over exes, with the best of intentions Put me on a pedestal So you can rip me off A false sense of security That I make up as I go along I love you so much, it makes me feel sick So hold back my hair until I stop Hey True love is nothing more Than the wrong hill to die on Psychoanalyse my attachment styles And cross every boundary at once A false sense of security That I make up as I go along A former refеrence, from my earliеst lessons Of how love felt when I was young Nothing more than the flowers I bought Empty promises and hand drawn cards Your high hopes and fingers crossed I'm so sorry for you letting you down Nothing more than the flowers I've bought Empty promises and hand drawn cards Your high hopes and fingers crossed I'm so sorry for you letting you down Hey From Letras Mania