you seem to bring out the worst in me
I never was insecure until I met you
I never had an issue with other girls
until I saw them looking at you
I became envious of their long, blonde curls
I never argued so loudly, fought with my mind so much
I never got upset at little things, or punished by relinquishing my touch
I don't like this feeling i'm getting
that I don't know who I am anymore
I despise the games we're playing
to love me has become such a chore
you, however, seem way more than fine
you aren't tortured by a change in personality
to you, everything is great, I am yours and you are mine
but you aren't losing your humanity
you aren't losing your mind
I don't know what to do
can I find my old self again?
or is too late for a redo
have I reached the bitter end?
you seem to bring out the worst in me, but the funny thing is you don't even try
it's my natural response to your love
maybe to say hello to my old self, I need to tell you goodbye

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