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I can tell you what I need and it's not you it's no big deal the piles of shit you drag me through coz all is fair except my happiness you see and no, the world does not revolve around me I can see the things I want just pass me by the caring in the ones I love decays and dies and yes, it's bleak that I see everything this way and I default to this morose, but it's ok I awoke last night with things inside my head pictures of my younger self upon your bed taking time to move my hands around your hips and I still taste the time I wasted on my lips how 'bout build a bridge and then get over it? From Letras Mania