I spent 4 years wanting to be her, so I wouldn't feel like such a failure for you not being happy. I wanted a song, I wanted you to obsess about me, but while I was obsessing about that, you were obsessing about her. She was always with us in each place we lived, and she won in the end, and my worst fears of not being good enough were screaming in my face. Now they haunt me in my nightmares.
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