Sometimes I like to sit and think
About the future to come
Going link by link
Thinking where's this from?
The love you bring
And me being so dumb
Like I don't know a thing
And you say that you're done
Done with what I do not know
Maybe done with us?
Or this so called freak show?
But it's all cause I wine and fuss
About the little things inside
That eat at me all the time
That make me want to run and hide
Like I should just go and die
Well just call me dumb
Fuck tell me to go to hell
Cause like you said your done
And I can already tell
I still love you and you know it
I'm sorry that I do but
It seems like I can't help it
Your the only one that is ever there
You are and always will be
My one and only pookie bear...
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