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I see photogenic couples and their hands intertwined
examining my own through crystal violet eyes
I'm ingrained, I am stained red
Is this how two people ought to treat each other dear?
I'd never call you baby to your face cuz you wouldn't want to hear it
So I face my mouth the other way
Oh,
My pain is yours, my gain is yours
I won't let you dance with me if you're not captivated
My things aren't yours, and my dreams aren't yours
But I will love all you carry with you and hold you for it
But I don't want to hold anymore
I want to be held
I am not aiming for perfection, I'm for faith and lots of patience
I want to laugh and so do you
You're not dead and you're not different
Loosen up, I care about you
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