Why does everything boil down to me?
How can I say that I've done my best when there's so many obvious places that I'm lacking in.
Why does the thought of becoming you disgust me?
Who I am hates who I've been.
Who I've been hates who I am.
I hate who I am and who I've been.
So now, who's better?
Set a new record this year: I've cried more than my whole life combined in this half year.
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