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There's a microcosm of seventeen-year-olds
with cigarette burns
I keep piling everything on you
It's become habitual

Yet you say loving me is manageable
I find that hard to believe because
I am not desirable

And I hold the knife to my stomach but
You're the one to pull it back
Skeletons in my closet yet
You still walk
Down this path

Sprawled out on the turf
Pretending scars don't burn

It's incomprehensible
To be without reservations
Not to burden everyone you love

And oh what have I become?

Sprawled out on the turf
Pretending scars don't burn

Sprawled
Out on the turf
Oh what have I become
And what was I worth

Don't know the particulars
The sun spoke to me she said
"It's lighter in the morning
And love will still remain,
Yes, you will still remain."

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