I keep waiting for you to say:
“It was just a joke. You’re as ugly as you think.”
I just want you to get it over with:
“Why would I ever care for you?”
I’m already hearing you tell me:
“You’re just a stupid girl; My friends dared me.”
I want you to say it, confirm all my doubts:
Because obviously I’m not allowed to be happy.
I know it’ll happen someday:
Eventually everyone leaves in the end.
I need you to tell me it’s fake
They did before you, so you can too.
I know it’ll happen someday:
Eventually everyone leaves in the end.
I need you to tell me it’s fake
They did before you, so you can too.
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