he was my favourite type of chaos "
confusingly dragging me into his hazardous world
.... revealing the hysteria of my soul
" still to this day, he is my favorite type of madness
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I'm sick of playing all of these games
It's not about taking sides
When I looked in the mirror, didn't deliver
It hurt enough to think that I could
Stop, admit that I'm wrong
And then change my mind
Sorry but I gotta be strong
And leave you behind