| The same inadequate feelings I had when I was 9 in love with an eighth-grader
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| come up when you’re around me;
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| Envy, jealousy, sadness, lack of confidence compiled into an extensive list of
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| defects;
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| I still feel like a reject;
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| So I must eject your madness;
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| Cleaning out my cabinets;
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| Taking my key set back to the heart muscle you pickpocketed me for;
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| Deep emotional struggles stain the canvas of my psyche;
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| Nice guys finish last;
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| That is the case with you and me;
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| Nice lies finish fast;
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| I lost the race before it started;
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| Truancy so late to the dance;
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| I’m 31, you 21;
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| Shoulda known better;
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| Shoulda ran away when I spotted you;
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| But I entertained my appetite for pretty lips;
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| Let my ship sink yet plotted to get over my attitude;
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| I guess I got too much to work on to fuck with ya;
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| Take a picture of my condition then mount it in your memory;
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| Sweetness can’t compare to aggressiveness when you’re messing with damaged
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| beauty;
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| Sleepin' on my instincts, I need to listen;
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| It takes a lot to feed a fish and keep it alive;
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| I will survive and I will improve;
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| I will fuck up when I’m in the mood;
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| I tell myself I like the pain;
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| When I hate the pain, I state my name in a picture frame, in the hall of shame,
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| when it’s not the case, so I must refrain, from you again;
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| It’s not the pace I want to run;
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| I want to face my emotional demons;
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| And now and then they creep in, but I will not let them stay;
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| HOOK X3
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| There is something wrong with me;
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| I don’t know what it is;
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| I’m attracted to what hurts;
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| The most, now that’s the shit;
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| Give it to me baby, hurt my heart, I like the scars;
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| I guess I haven’t learned my lesson yet;
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| Feel me on this verse;
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| It’s a blessing, and a curse;
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| To think from the heart first;
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| Many times brought to the brink;
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| Tears wanna expose my weakness;
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| I’m running like I’m in the;
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| Always end up feeling defeated;
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| This end up when you open the heart box;
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| She’s a bitch when she don’t open it right;
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| Holdin' my nights and days in the palms of ya hands like see you;
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| I am the prototype;
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| Hold the mic with confidence;
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| Then step out into the light and shrink;
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| I ain’t shit, my disease is strong;
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| Used to fight it with a bong;
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| Now I write it in a song, highlight it and move it on;
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| HOOK X3
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| There is something wrong with me;
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| I don’t know what it is;
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| I’m attracted to what hurts;
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| The most, now that’s the shit;
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| Give it to me baby, hurt my heart, I like the scars;
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| I guess I haven’t learned my lesson yet; |