You're so mean
When you talk, about yourself
You're wrong, change the voices
In your head
Make them like you instead
So complicated
Look how we are making
Filled with so much hatred
Such a tied game
It's enough, I've done all I can think of
I've chased down all my demons
I see you do the same
Pretty pretty please if you ever ever feel like you're nothing
You're fucking perfect, to me
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