ALL I WEAR IS SWEATS.

I do everything,

to get you out of this mess.

But you see, I can’t do anything.

Because she means nothing to me.

You care about her,

and she’s dying.

But that doesn’t give me a reason to help her, you see.

Because I’m jealous.

Jealous you’ll leave me.





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