When I think of you I go insane
There's so many things that make me afraid
And I really don't want any more pain
My condition is what love has made
My mind is full of ideals
Let's just say my soul is scarred
Have you got any idea how all this feels?
That it's all so fucking hard
I can't be perfect
'Cause that's not how I am
I'm not an object
And I'm not like them
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