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Expectations


I hit the ground running but fall flat my face It's hard own up to my mistakes I run wild I run free and I often run away from me It's in my DNA I'm obsessive I'm pushy I pushed you to far You fled while I broke my own heart If I wasn't my worst enemy I dont know that I'd have any The glass often looks stained As I stare at it too hard Pointing out my imperfections With too high of expectations
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