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my tongue yeah i think i'd rather die
you got me misunderstood but at least i look this good
we can’t be friends
but i’d like to just pretend
you cling to your papers and pens wait until you like me again
wait for your love love
i'll want for your love
know that you made me
i don’t like how you paint me yet i’m still here hanging
not what you made me something like a daydream
