In the good, the bad and the time in between
It lets me know I’m still alive
So my love what’s the deal
With your piercing eyes
It’s such a freaking cheap disguise
So bitter and so thin
Your witty remarks begin to soak in
Don’t ever expect me to be able
To handle your coy way
I told you not to play this game
Now we do things my way
I wonder if you ever knew
That my tough shell was so weak
No words can be said
To account for my troubled mind
Just an apathetic whirl
Just a messed up lonely girl
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