She's not around anymore.
And would she ever dare
to comfort and console
your sudden swings of flare?
Does she love the sound
of your lonely pout
or does she even notice
you're completely crushed with doubt?
And if she's such the perfect fit,
why am I putting up with your shit?
It's not that I mind dealing with you,
but can I get some love and acceptance, too?
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