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There used to be a time when I survived the day on an apple and a chicken breast.
Why can't I get back to that place?
And I look at these pictures and I wonder if they are really me?
Because I don't see it.
And he thinks I have the world wrapped around my finger?
All I have is a piece of lose thread and scissors and people who like to pretend I'm someone they'd be friends with.
Why can't I get back to that place?
And I look at these pictures and I wonder if they are really me?
Because I don't see it.
And he thinks I have the world wrapped around my finger?
All I have is a piece of lose thread and scissors and people who like to pretend I'm someone they'd be friends with.