Over and over you ask me
Why don't I want you
Why don't I want you
But you know the answer
You tell me every day
that the parts of me that I hate
are the real me.
When I'm with you
I despise both of us.
You think I'm a bad person
and that thought makes you
happy
Don't ask me
Don't ask me any more
stupid questions
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