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Middle of the night. Don't really know What I was going to do with this idea.
Cry yourself to sleep and regret everything you did and the things you didn't
Be the awkward idiot you wish you weren't
Hide in the shadows with your black clothes and dark hair
See him and nearly cry
Look at her and want to die
Ask yourself why you can't be normal
Ask why you can't have fun
It will never change, the damage is done.