Sshhh listen give me your ears
And let me paint a story for your eye
The story about someone I call I
Back in the day,
when my hair didn’t need dye
They bent me till I wanted to die
They told me I was fat and ugly
That no one would ever love me
And each night,
when the moon was up in the sky
I’d sit and think till tears rolled down my eye
I tried to run,
man I wished I could fly
But we were trapped in a dance, the devil and I
At one point,
Wait
At every point, I wanted to die
That was till I met you,
The apple of my eye
Told me there was none
None more special than I
And I believed with every fibre of I
It was good, you made I laugh
We’d go to our favorite spot…
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