“what do you dream of?
im telling you, bby, im a work of art
a dime in a dozen or diamond in the rough
we are polar opposites
(but that never seemed to stop us from attracting each other)
And blame it on me, bby, im just a trainwreck
any excuse will do when theres a score to settle
im just yearning for a second chance
you call and I come running
i am breaking my back from bending over backwards for you, but my stitches are coming undone from the one before
i cant keep this façade up forever
i cant play friends
i cant play stupid
i cant play innocent
when every time I see you, I see what im missing...
love
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