Defective
and we’re a boat full of broken people
because life is a cruel and dangerous game
and we didn’t realize that winning
meant breaking others open wider than ourselves
so excuse me if my mascara is smudged
i’ve taken my fair share of pain
because the less you love me
the more i hate myself
and that is a canyon you can't fill alone
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