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When I see your picture my heart forms a fissure I guess that I get this way I need a rooftop I can look from or jump off I guess that I get this way What's the problem, dear? Are you feeling unloved? That's what I was most afraid of I need a fresh arm I can slice up or cut off I guess that I get this way When my skies are crooked my scars turn blue I guess that I get this way From Letras Mania