| «I'm trouble» she said
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| Spread out on the floor of her father’s house
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| Her promise was almost undone
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| Under her tongue, dissolving her responsibilities
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| To finally deny everyone with every unflattering comparison
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| All grown up
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| And you don’t care anymore
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| And you hate all the people that you used to adore
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| And you despise all the rumors and lies of the life you led before
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| Did I hear you right?
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| You’re feeling hounded and pushed around
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| You want to just lay down and die
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| If all of this life has been such a big disappointment to you
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| Why don’t you stop blaming some guy
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| And go give the next one a try
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| But look at yourself
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| You’ll see you’re still so young
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| You haven’t earned the weariness
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| That sounds so jaded on your tongue
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| «I'm weak» she says
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| And blesses herself and gets into bed
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| Clutching the covers to her throat
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| «So punish me now and let me go back to the sham of my life»
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| «This night is the perfect antidote for all of the poison that
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| You wrote» |