I spent three years wishing for two things,
that one day you'd break
And I'd get to see
How all the choices you've made
Would drive you insane
I wish we never met.
As angry as I sound
That’s just the way I cover up the way I feel.
I've been that way for years and years
Slave to broken hearts and sex appeal.
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