Sitting on my bed having intimate conversations, with myself in my head more beautiful when I'm dead, but I've already tried that and it didn't go as I planned, so someone remind me why I am how I am.
And I'd hate to justify, my poor actions, 'cause in the morning I will cry at what I've done.
Fighting in my head over things I never said, take me in my skin, let you know, let me in. I hate this feeling the sight of my ceiling.
And it's not in a weird way, I'm just desperate for someone to love me, and I'm not the romantic type, no it's not the romantic kind.
And I'd hate to justify, my poor actions, 'cause in the morning I will cry at what I've done. I know you're right this time, but it's not that easy, I'm pathetically in love, with all I see.
And I'd hate to justify, my poor actions, 'cause in the morning I will cry at what I've done. I know you're right this time, but it's not that easy, I'm pathetically in love, with everything.
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