A hundred too many thoughts of mine
Have been dedicated to you
And what your contemptuous eyes see
Oh how I've tried to mold into who you wish I wereBut I'm recklessly undone.
I think I'm too human for you
Too tainted for your pretentious society
And I know endlessly that you will never find me
As intriguing as my favorite book
Or as lovely as a pastel sunriseAnd it breaks me even though it shouldn't
Cause you make me feel pretty
Something I'm notBut my name drips like honey from your lips
And you look so angelic
But your words are fleeting
When I close my eyes I can't fall out of this screwed up addictionYou're bad for me in a way I never knew
And I know I'll never be enough for you
But maybe someday I can be enough for myself
And that would make all the difference.
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