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Why on earth must you hate me? Is it wrong of me to presume as much? I am one of your very own You can only pray that we lose touch Everyone has a problem like this It's wrong of me to think i'm unique Or special, or close to youe heart There is a reason for the bleakness I speak For I feel ever so neglected The last few years see me rejected And since my mirror has not reflected I want something, but stand corrected I sometimes wish for you to die I sometimes wish for you to die From Letras Mania