I think you're real pretty, I think you're alright, and I'll stumble out this ditty when you're well out of sight. But I don't have the guts to love you at all, so when push comes to shove I guess I'd rather die alone.
I'm not using the internet to be passive-aggressive on how I feel about you. If I could really find the words, I would tell you. But right now I'm more confused than you are and I guess we'll still be friends forever.
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i spent my whole night crying, for everything i lost.
i can't believe all the things that i just willingly tossed.
i hate being young and stupid, i can't keep being selfish and vain
i just don't know when i'm going to feel like i'm okay ever again.
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