What could you possibly see in me?
Is it my soul hung out to dry?
I think my dysfunctional family
Has shaped it throughout 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've spent
No, it's not you, it's me
And it's not us, it's them
And it's not her. It's the way she
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