Envy
When you realize that she is
telling the truth
that she is getting it right
maybe you'll understand
why I hate my life
hea gonna forget about you
and all of us
hes gonna have a new lifw
without all of us
And you can't tell yet
no you can't see
and I wish that ignorance could be me
turn a blind eye
because I hate what I see
i envy him
and I wish I were he
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