all the whispers in my ear
all the friends i thought i knew
all the people i outgrew
all the nights i wasted tears
all the disappearing years
for a while was in denial
my mother's least favorite child
when i walk around all of the streets
where i grew up and found my feet
they can't look me in the eye
it's like they're scared of me
i try to think of things to say
like a joke or a memory
but they don't recognize me now
i've changed every part of me
until the puzzle pieces aren't me at all
i look in the mirror, now i'm just a jigsaw-aw
all i did just to make you happy
still, you don't even fucking love me
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