Should I be afraid?
It's all your fault.
You called me beautiful, you turned me out,
and now I can't turn back.
I hold my breath because you were perfect.
But I'm running out of air,
and it's not fair.
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It's all your fault.
You called me beautiful, you turned me out,
and now I can't turn back.
I hold my breath because you were perfect.
But I'm running out of air,
and it's not fair.