p.s. when I was...

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You fill my cup with broken glass
Tried to hurt me with those witty sass
So naughty,  I'm sorry let me bow
For I have sinned and cussed aloud

if I'm that crazy You pointed out,
Let me tell you, she died a long time ago
So Delusional and stupid, image crushed 
So don't blame me if you saw how sad she was

So if I shot you please dont get Offended ,
I promise i'll be that kind of girl who got her heart mended

You can drag the gun to my forehead 
Since you are the traitor, I comply 
Bring me to your deepest weakest state
In another life, I'll too shall break you apart

Cause if I'm that crazy girl
I gladly dance naked up the roof and twirl
Cause if I'm that crazy girl
i'll waltz on the hallway
On this world so cruel

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