I don't even know who you are but I really don't even care.
Part of the reason tears run down my face are worries over what you could do.
You better be better than I am.
You better run faster and love harder and mean more.
Part of the reason tears run down my face are worries over what you could do.
You better be better than I am.
You better run faster and love harder and mean more.
I don't even know who you are but I really don't even care.
These days have been so hectic and my emotions are not what they should be.
I layed down on my bed and said I didn't feel well.
No I really really really
Did not feel well.
And then I got an answer and then I learned a lesson
And now I feel like screaming louder than I've ever done.
Like I did into my pillow just the other night.
Like I'm constently doing inside my head.
Yeah.
Inside of my head.
Get the fuck out of my head.
No, not you.
I want you there.
I don't care what you do,
I want you.
Always and forever and forever and always and...
I am the worst kind of hypocrite.
I am the worst kind.
I am the worst kind.
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