theres always a bad boy, and then the good one and in your head you know its right to want the nice one but nice ones never want me and when the nice one came along i got scared of hurting them and ran away, and now i miss him, i wish i didnt push away the people who i loved most.
now all i have is this bad boy, he doesnt want me at all, wow
"well i know i make you cry, and i know sometimes you wanna die, but do you really feel alive without me?"
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