What could you possibly see in me?
Is it my soul hung out to dry?
I think my dysfunctional family
Has shaped it thought my life
What could you possibly like in me?
Do you like my ability to bend?
I think my fear of intimacy
Has shaped the time we spend
No it's not you it's me
And it's not us it's them
Sure it's not her
It's the way she moves you
But she kisses
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