It's so much fun with other people, but it's such a down when you're alone.
Do I love it or hate it? Or is it beyond that?
I can't say it's not my fault, and in no way do I complain.
"Hey, Beauty Supreme, yeah, you were right about me, but can I get myself out from underneath this guilt that will crush me? And in the choir, I saw our sad messiah. He was bored and tired of my laments. Said, 'I died for you one time, but never again.'"
Well, I love you so much, but do me a favor Baby, don't reply. Cause I can dish it out, but I can't take it.
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