You make it feel right..
I wish you would make it feel right.
But you can't.
And I can't breathe.
And I don't know what I did.
But it's always something.
Cause I'm always messing up with people no matter what.
That's why I'll never be good enough.
I don't care if it hurts
I want to have control
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul
What the hell I'm doing here?
I don't belong here
She's running out the door
She's running out
She runs runs runs
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