I don't know what to do
I'm not sure what to think about you
Maybe you are just a child
Immature, selfish, unkind
Terrified of getting hurt,
always on the guard...
Or maybe you just like to pretend
As if you are so amazed by yourself
But I can see all the nasty insecurity
Showing through your bitter irony.
Whatever, I'm at the end of my patience
No more soft words, no encouraging
It's no fun and you're spoilt anyway
Do something to win my heart back
Or get lost, I don't care anymore...
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