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i don’t even care who was right anymore

i just want someone to knock at my door

even if you’re here to break my heart

i’ll let you in with open arms

use me like a toy

i’ll let you with joy

i’d be so happy too

be manipulated by you

i’ll even smile in the moment

and just cry myself to sleep once it’s silent

because i don’t think i deserve any better

does that even matter?

didn’t want to rot with someone reminding i was doing it

use the excuse that someone who loves me should respect it

alone now and i can’t stop doing all the things you accused me of

expected a miracle but i’m just so impossible to love

mad at everyone for getting better the second i’m outside of their mind

when the truth is if i could do it too i’d jump at the opportunity to leave me behind

maybe what i really feel is just a bunch of jealousy