The finger you point is the finger I break.
The words you slather are flaking and fake.
I'm bitter, you're better.
Blown me off like I'm a feather.
I needn't choose,
Love comes in one's, not two's.
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pqRqNDJWODM
Loved. Melt&laugh combo ftw.
How did I merit this link?
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