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I didn't ask for your help.
Call me picky, call me selfish, but it can't be you.
It can never be you.
I hate how you make me feel a hundred things at once and none of them good.
Why can't there be someone real? Someone tangible?
Ask me why it could never be you.
Call me picky, call me selfish, but it can't be you.
It can never be you.
I hate how you make me feel a hundred things at once and none of them good.
Why can't there be someone real? Someone tangible?
Ask me why it could never be you.