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Do I make your butterflies shrivel up and die?

Do I make you want to lose your mind?

Do I make you feel haunted with every step you take?

Do I make you lose your appetite at any dinner plate?

Do I make you so damn scared you want to run and hide?

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Because that's all the things that you're making me feel.

Oh, honey, this wasn't supposed to be a horror show.

You were supposed to be the only person that I know.

But you try to steal my soul right from my body.

Feed off my happiness like a leech.

I'd prefer to be happy.

Than to be with you.

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