I hate you so much, it's true, My heart's a storm, all black and blue. I wish I could rewind to that night we met, and never tap "accept" on that request I'd regret. I don't get what's so rare in me, that makes you want to spar with me, but each day I pray you'll stay away from me. I see you mirror every move I make, So if I end my life, would you too take the break? There's never room for two in this spotlight's gleam, The center's glow will always land on me, it seems, So step aside, you loser, lost in the scheme.
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