I hate the way I'm mischievous
I hate the way I'm covert
I hate the way I'm neglected, even when I get hurt
I hate the way I love the things I hate most
I hate the way I hide my feelings and let them make me decompose
I hate the way I play games
I hate the way I distances
Sometimes I just want somebody to flippin' listen
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