You are the reason I love losing sleep.
I'm not the one you hold on to though.
She's cute, that girl you like.
She's sweet, that girl you're with.
She's lucky, that girl there.
Were you ever involved? I doubt it.
I know I was. Even now.
Apparently, I'm a threat.
I'm sorry. Goodbye.
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