Of course I'm wrong, I mean I have to be.
Every time I turn I know it's you I see.
I can't help but stare until your image goes away.
Every day I can't help but wish I didn't stick up for myself.
Make the right choice, maybe?
Everything I own is in question now,
It's not the same. So why not get rid of it?
Every way I do things seems to be inept.
My social skills come off well, but in the end they are short.
Every flaw I have, you seem to notice.
I don't think I've ever felt worse about myself,
Every wish I've ever made, never came true.
My wish was to have you, look how that turned out.
to be honest i dont even know how to end this
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