Complete and utter fuck up
Why must i ruin everything i touch
Its aleays the the things i want so much
Its like what did i do that was so wrong to deserve this?
Its like no matter how hard i tried i can never get what i want i can only wish
Ive had guys to care for me i never cared for them back at least not as much
Until this one guy had me on first sight it was my chest he made me clutch
I fell for him so hard and so fast
And i knew in my heart it wouldnt last
Listening to Lionel Richie's I Call it Love
It was all liesin the dark pit of dispair where my heart was disposed of
What more can i do i already act like a love sick pup
But in actuality i am a complete and utter fuck up
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