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You are

You're desperate, pathetic, you're a disease
You believe you can have me, with such ease
You look at me and imagine so many things
You can keep on dreaming, you'll never have me
You can beg all you want, I won't give in
Never again, will my gaurd be so thin
Stop believing that I'm dying for attention from you
I'll always say "no" no matter how much you brood
You can sulk all you want, I can finally see
You are the disease that was killing me




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