Me and my complicated life,
Us , we , our depressive inner strive.
Our love you can say , "He doesn't care."
But I do , I just sigh what am I kidding,
I'm just a complicated teenager who is still breathing,
Telling the world that he is innocent,
Apologizing to you, no difference.
I guess I'm just the same as the rest,
Always making love such a big mess,
Sorry for wasting your time,
Putting your heart into mine.
Slap Me If U Want To.
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