I'm so perfect you say
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I'm so special, no one can compare
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How can you see all these things in me?
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I can't believe you
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I'm looking in my funhouse mirror
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I'm disgusted by what I see
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I strain to catch a glimpse of the light
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You claim to see around me
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And the more I try to run away
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The more you pull me back
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And the more you try to love me
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The more that I attack
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I just can't see what you see in me
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You want to destroy self-portraits that I paint
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Through Picasso's eyes
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But it's hard to discard
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Weapons that I use
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In my daily self-destruction
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And the more I try to run away
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The more you pull me back
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And the more you try to love me
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The more that I attack
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I just can't see what you see in me
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I'm sitting on the corner of paranoid and hopelessness
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Waiting, waiting
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For you to take me away
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I'm always trying to get rid of you
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When what I really want
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Is for you to stay
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And the more I try to run away
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The more you pull me back
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And the more you try to love me
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The more that I attack
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I just can't see what you see in me
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I want to see what you see
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I wish I could see what you see
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In me
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Perfect
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Devon |