Is ᴛʜɪs ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪᴛ ғᴇᴇʟs ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʜᴜʀᴛ?
ʟʏɪɴɢ ɪɴ ʙᴇᴅ ᴀᴛ 2 ᴀᴍ
ᴇᴍᴘᴛʏ, ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴʟᴇss ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏʟᴅ?
Is ᴛʜɪs ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛʙʀᴇᴀᴋ ғᴇᴇʟs ʟɪᴋᴇ?
ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴅʀᴏᴡɴɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴀ sᴇᴀ sᴏ sᴀʟᴛʏ
ᴡɪᴛʜ sᴛɪɴɢɪɴɢ ᴄᴜᴛs ɪɴ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ
ᴋɴᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴍʏ ᴏᴡɴ ғᴀᴜʟᴛ?
Oʜ ɴᴏ,
I ᴅᴇʟᴇᴛᴇᴅ ʜɪs ɴᴜᴍʙᴇʀ
ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴡ ɪ'ᴍ sᴛᴜᴄᴋ ʜᴇʀᴇ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ɪɴsᴀɴᴇ
I'ᴍ sᴛɪʟʟ ɪɴ ᴅᴇɴɪᴀʟ
ɪ'ᴍ sᴛɪʟʟ ɴᴏᴛ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ
I'ᴍ sᴏ ᴘᴀᴛʜᴇᴛɪᴄ
I ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏɴsᴇǫᴜᴇɴᴄᴇs
ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴡ ʜɪs ɴᴜᴍʙᴇʀ ɪs
ɴᴏ ʟᴏɴɢᴇʀ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ᴘʜᴏɴᴇ
Iᴛ's ᴅᴇʟᴇᴛᴇᴅ.
Aɴᴅ ᴊᴜsᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ
ɪ ᴛʜʀᴇᴡ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ᴀʟʟ ᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴏɴᴠᴇʀsᴀᴛɪᴏɴs
Aʟʟ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ sᴡᴇᴇᴛ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢs, ᴇᴍᴘᴛʏ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ ᴘʀᴏᴍɪsᴇs, ʙɪᴛᴛᴇʀsᴡᴇᴇᴛ ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇs
ɢᴏɴᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟɪɴᴋ ᴏғ ᴀɴ ᴇʏᴇ
Aɴᴅ ᴊᴜsᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ
I ᴡʀɪᴘᴘᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀɢᴇs ᴏғ ᴍʏ ʟɪғᴇ
Bᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ɪᴛ ʜᴜʀᴛs ᴍᴇ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴛᴏ sᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɴᴀᴍᴇ
ɪ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ʟʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴍʏsᴇʟғ
ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ sᴛʀᴏɴɢ
ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ ɪs
ɪ'ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ.
ɪ'ᴍ ᴛᴇʀɪғғɪᴇᴅ ᴏғ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴡᴇᴀᴋ
ɪ'ᴍ ᴛᴇʀɪғғɪᴇᴅ ᴏғ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ
Aɴᴅ ɪ'ᴍ ᴛᴇʀɪғғɪᴇᴅ ᴏғ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴏᴋᴀʏ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ.
I ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴛʜɪs
ɪ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ
Bᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ's ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴍʏ ɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ
ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ's sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ.
I ᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ
ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ's ᴍʏ ғᴀᴜʟᴛ
I ᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ
ᴀɴᴅ ɪ sᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴀᴡᴀʏ
I ᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ
Aɴᴅ ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ's ᴡʜʏ ɪ ʟᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ sʟɪᴘ ᴀᴡᴀʏ
Oʜ ɴᴏ,
I ᴅᴇʟᴇᴛᴇᴅ ʜɪs ɴᴜᴍʙᴇʀ
ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴡ ɪ'ᴍ sᴛᴜᴄᴋ ʜᴇʀᴇ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ɪɴsᴀɴᴇ
I'ᴍ sᴛɪʟʟ ɪɴ ᴅᴇɴɪᴀʟ
ɪ'ᴍ sᴛɪʟʟ ɴᴏᴛ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ
I'ᴍ sᴏ ᴘᴀᴛʜᴇᴛɪᴄ
I ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏɴsᴇǫᴜᴇɴᴄᴇs
ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴡ ʜɪs ɴᴜᴍʙᴇʀ ɪs
ɴᴏ ʟᴏɴɢᴇʀ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ᴘʜᴏɴᴇ
Iᴛ's ᴅᴇʟᴇᴛᴇᴅ.
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