Ugly Beautiful
I know you’re it, the reason for the bags under my eyes
I don’t condone Stockholm Syndrome but, that’s just what it’s like
And you’re holding me oh so loosely by the string inside my heart
When we’re together I get so fed up but I’m dead when we’re apart
So it seems that I am caught here, though it bothers me so much
And my only need appears to be helping you live through the rush
And honey I ask an answer of if I squandered life on love
Cause you see for me there’s no A through D, it’s just all of the above…
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