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| You lay there While I cry And you sneer, You snicker. ‘You’re too damn sensitive’ you tell me, It’s my fault You say. I need to grow up, Get my priorities strait. Do what’s best for you… Well I do what the fuck you want! Because I can’t think for myself, I'm incapable, I'm immature, I'm useless, I'm stupid, I'm DEAD SPACE. |
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