I hope you're not a loser
secretly you hurt me
stole my life
Have you ever heard the screams of a doormat
Come and go as you please
As to whether a form of heart
You're not like humans
You never have the feeling
You consider what this self-
I realize you're good at
articulate
You said to me a thousand theories
But the very opposite of self-
Now you feel
What kind of heart that hurt
Realize you just a little
You consider what this self-
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