Stop asking me questions
I'd hate to see you cry,
Mama, we're all gonna die
And when we go don't blame us, yeah
We'll let the fires just bathe us, yeah
You made us, oh, so famous
We'll never let you go
And when you go don't return to me my love
credit goes to nostalgicluke for the plot idea.
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"Stop doing this!" Michael yelled.
"Stop what?!" Brooklyn yelled back.
"Stop pushing away people that are trying to help you."
"I didn't ask for help now did I?"
"I didn't ask to fall in love with you, but guess what? That happened."