Delicate...Delicate...Delicate...skin
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Did I hurt you skin? So fragile, can't even imagine to move.
If I'm a suck up, tell me now.
I i fuck up, tell me now.
I need to know which state I am in to enjoy your grace.
This is a not a time or place to laugh this off.
Are you trying to make me feel bad?
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Am I the one with the delicate skin, or is it you.
Because, I don't know who feels blue.
Scrapped your knee again because off me, laughed it off. Made me feel me bad.
Cuz I'm not glad, for the jokes make. To my delicate skin.
Told be a loser, or I will loose my income.
And never come to a party of the life time
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Are you breathing? Or am I just over panicking?
Justice to everyone who felt this way.
About time you know how I pay.
Cuz I don't wanna ever be seen as delicate.
Even my skin, rips off easier than melted butter.
Trust too many people, that laugh at everything.
Even when someone starts to steal everything.
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Ripped it off like it's nothing.
Oh but it's a thing.
Cuz you don't want to pick at me.
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Am I the one with the delicate skin, or is it you.
Because, I don't know who feels blue.
Scrapped your knee again because off me, laughed it off. Made me feel me bad.
Cuz I'm not glad, for the jokes make. To my delicate skin.
Told be a loser, or I will loose my income.
And never come to a party of the life time
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Delicate, can be seen as a baby in cage.
Won't flip any page.
Hiding its self.
With a page of a skin.
Can't even throw in the bin.
Just to ask.
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Am I the one with the delicate skin, or is it you.
Because, I don't know who feels blue.
Scrapped your knee again because off me, laughed it off. Made me feel me bad.
Cuz I'm not glad, for the jokes make. To my delicate skin.
Told be a loser, or I will loose my income.
And never come to a party of the life time
Ripped it off like it's nothing.
Oh but it's a thing.
Cuz you don't want to pick at me.
Am I the one with the delicate skin, or is it you.
Because, I don't know who feels blue.
Scrapped your knee again because off me, laughed it off. Made me feel me bad.
Cuz I'm not glad, for the jokes make. To my delicate skin.
Told be a loser, or I will loose my income.
And never come to a party of the life time
