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If this is happy, I choose sad, 'cause happy should not taste this bad,
In my heart and in my head. If I were breathing I'd choose death.
If this is me then I choose you, and you are all I want to do,
But every time i try to hurt myself, I'm really loving you.

I'm Too Much. I'm Too Much for you.

If this is love then I choose hate, 'cause nothing quite humiliates
Like the feel of being told that you are special when you're not.
If this is blonde then I choose black, and once I'm gone I won't come back,
And you'll remember me when he won't break the skin or kiss it back.

I'm Too Much. I'm Too Much. I'm Too Much for you.
I'm Too Much. I'm Too Much. I'm Too Much like you.

If this is peace then I choose war, and I have not been here before.
If this is pleasure I choose pain, and I will love you once again.
If this is good then I choose bad, 'cause you're the best I've ever had.
If this is smart then I choose dumb. If this is feeling I choose numb.

I'm Too Much. I'm Too Much. I'm Too Much for you.
I'm Too Much. I'm Too Much. I'm Too Much like you.

I'm in your sheets with honest eyes.
If this is truth then I choose lies.
I left my bottle in the trunk.
If this is sober I choose drunk.
If this is cordial I choose rude,
My fucking lifelong attitude,
And something that we share,
But not enough to make it right with you.

I'm Too Much. I'm Too Much. I'm Too Much for you.
I'm Too Much. I'm Too Much. I'm Too Much like you.

And even though you know you're his, it feels like cheating 'cause it is.

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