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I hate people who think they "knew me when" |
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As if I was once true and now am false |
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A personality is a progression |
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Some wild twisting beast that never stops escaping from itself |
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In the ghetto of winter |
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I traced my hand on a placemat |
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Drew your face with my eyes closed |
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Pretended I was eating with my favorite author |
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Pretending I was making him laugh |
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I just don't know how to feel |
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I just don't feel |
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But I wouldn't even notice |
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No, I wouldn't have any reason to care |
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If not for your complaint |
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I know that I make you unhappy |
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But what can I do? |
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I wasn't created just for you |
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Not just for you |
