Don't fret. 'Cause everyone knows that you're so damn
precious. You're just a recipe for sick disaster. And you
know that everyone is so damn jealous. Look at yourself, you
don't know what you're thinking. Just shut the fuck up, I
don't want to hear it. The worst part of this shit is that
you need it. You're just a fucking mess of plastic and ego.
Just go away, I gave up a long, long time ago.

So break your shell, I'm sick of seeing it. So dry your
tears, I'm sick of hearing it. It's been so long of taking
it in and after a while you start to feel sick. 'Cause too
much of anything can start to be a pain. I don't know how
things got this way. If I could turn time, it'd be a better
place. Back when you actually cared about me. When I love
you used to mean something. The end of the road just seemed
so far away.





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