| If changing my clothes would make you like me more
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| If changing my hair would make you care
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| Then I’d grab the kitchen scissors and
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| Cut myself to slivers, for you
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| If being more polite would keep you satisfied
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| If being less insane would make you stay
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| Then I’d be more like my sister
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| Say «Thank you ma’am and Mr.» |
| to you
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| For you
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| I’ve changed every part of me
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| Until the puzzle piece
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| Sits on me, at all
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| I’ve looked in the mirror
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| Now I’m just a jigsaw, ah
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| You take every part of me
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| All of the things you need
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| Then the rest you discard
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| I’ve looked in the mirror
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| Now I’m just a jigsaw, ah
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| All I did just to make you happy
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| Still you don’t even fuckin' love me
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| Jigsaw, jigsaw, jigsaw, jigsaw
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| Killin' parts of myself to fix you
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| Clearin' shit out is not the issue
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| If I made you like me, would I even like myself?
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| Pointin' out all my flaws doesn’t help
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| Woah
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| Don’t you love me?
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| Don’t you love me?
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| I’ve changed every part of me
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| Until the puzzle piece
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| Sits on me, at all
|
| I’ve looked in the mirror
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| Now I’m just a jigsaw, ah
|
| You take every part of me
|
| All of the things you need
|
| Then the rest you discard
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| I’ve looked in the mirror
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| Now I’m just a jigsaw, ah |