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8-20-04

You think you know me

And so you try

To live MY life

But it?s a lie!

So fuck you

And screw off

I won't be left here

Standing with the

Burnt end of the match

I've already got

Enough scars

To pardon the stars

In his eyes

Before he starts to think

I'm the perfect one

His perfect one

But guess what

You won't have him

Either

Hold my hand

Bitch

And we can drown

Together