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I keep my jealousy close
'Cause,it's all mine.
And if you say this makes you happy,
Then i'm not the only one lying.

Keep quiet,
Nothing comes as easy as you.
Can I lay in your bed all day?
I'll be your best kept secret
And your biggest mistake.
The hand behind this pen relieves a failure every day.

Which came first, the music or the misery?



We are made from the
sharpest things you say
We are young and we don't
care
Your dreams and your
hopeless hair
We never wanted it to be
this way