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Bittersweet baby blues
Air of bubblegum pastels
Tryna laugh but you can't tell
What if I held your hand
Would that make you smile?
Moody atmosphere
Can't help but blame the periods
Misunderstood once again
No doesn't mean yes
It doesn't make you superior
Cocky when you're with the "boys"
Once you're down, you're a plush toy
Softer than my cheeks; lit up so bright
How come you act so tough
Does it give you a sugar rush?

You stand there like a city light
Except; you're not so bright
Circles underneath your eyes
Bad sleep last night?
Chin held up high
Fuck, you're fly
That jawline could cut me open
Kiss me already
My heart's been stolen

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