But [S]he feels like he stole the best years of her life
After that, it was one co-dependant to the next
A lotta love, a lotta hate and a little bit of great sex
Self-learning in between the self-loathing
Strangled in a cycle
Can't you feel yourself choking
Some of them would overlap
Some of them would double-back
None of them deserved to be exposed
Insecure, Impatient
Temporary gratification, self-validation
That's what it's made of
It's all true and it's the only reason [s]he's even talking to you
You can try to fix my broken wings
You can know all the words to the songs I sing
But you don't need to know what's wrong with me
Unless you think you're gonna come home with me
Atmosphere-ME
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