So what am I to do now?
When the threat of Poland's prophecy
Is shadowing my moods with you.
Each time I see you, you're that much uglier
Colder, less than what I would want under
Any circumstance. Meanwhile I know
That you are none of those things, but grand
Instead.
I'm not underappreciated, I am what I am
We are what we've chosen. I'm getting muddled up
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