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Thinking you would fall in love with me,

I throw myself at your door.

Leave myself stripped bare of myself,

Just to see if you'd want more.



It's not more of what I want.

Something I can never have.

Thinking you will fall in love me,

living in a fantasy land.



You see, I'm not that typical.

But somehow,have played into your hands.

Too many movies I've seen have told me,

that you would play into mine.



With all of my greatest manipulation skills,

I've mastered my way to your door,

somehow, have kept you for this long,

Just what am I waiting for?



I've pulled out all the stops on this,

and imagine magical times.

But I am no magician.

Too fragile to disappear.



I just don't know what I'm hoping for?

Something that could never be?

Something they'll never later write about?

What have you done to me?



You've done nothing.

It's all inside, in here, the context of who I am.

Made up into this made up man.



Maybe I just want justice,

for how you make me feel.

Maybe I'm hoping you'll feel this way,

so you can see how much it hurts.



You know exactly who you are,

exactly what you want.

You've been waiting 6 years for this.

I've been waiting my whole life.