I should have thought this trough
Whenever my eyes look at you
I don’t think that it’s right to do
What I want, though you want it too
I think my heart is kind of drunk
I feel like I’m a bunch of junk
My legs feel like a chunk
And I don’t know how to run

My god ‚Marilyn‘

I tried to get away
But you always forced me to stay
I am just a fucking cliche
That never finds the words to say
Something that could just bother you
To show that I’m a bunch of poo
I think that I love you
Though I still don’t want to

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