| Dear, dear diary, where to start?
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| I think I suffer from a troubled heart
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| Let me share my theories
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| They come in three parts
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| First of all, I doubt myself
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| Second one is that I tend to dwell
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| Third is up, lonely as hell
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| What a mess
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| I’m sorry it took me all this time
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| To confess my mental crimes
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| But I think I’m ready now
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| So let me introduce you to my mind
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| Meet my insecurities
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| Let’s count in, one, two, three
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| Not smart, not pretty like a star
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| Not weak, not tough
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| Not nearly good enough
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| Meet my insecurities
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| Let’s count in, one, two, three
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| Not small, not skinny like a doll
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| Not sleak, not rough
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| Not nearly good enough
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| Mirror, mirror, mirror, mirror on the wall
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| I get anxious when I alcohol
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| Can’t you see my agony?
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| Or don’t you care at all?
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| All they ever say is to love yourself
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| But is it wrong to lack some confidence?
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| I know they can feel it too
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| We all do
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| I’m sorry it took me all this time
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| To confess my mental crimes
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| But I think I’m ready now
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| So let me introduce you to my mind
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| Meet my insecurities
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| Let’s count in, one, two, three
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| Not smart, not pretty like a star
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| Not weak, not tough
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| Not nearly good enough
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| Meet my insecurities
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| Let’s count in, one, two, three
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| Not small, not skinny like a doll
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| Not sleak, not rough
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| Not nearly good enough
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| Don’t know where to start
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| It’s like they’re crawling down beneath under my skin
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| Seems like all they want
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| Feed of my confidence again
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| But I won’t let them win
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| Meet my insecurities
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| Let’s count in, one, two, three
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| Not smart, not pretty like a star
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| Not weak, not tough
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| Not nearly good enough
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| Meet my insecurities
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| Let’s count in, one, two, three
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| Not small, not skinny like a doll
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| Not sleak, not rough
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| Not nearly good enough |