There have always been stories that daughters are told,
about men with bad intentions,
and words of gold
But you never listened.
My storms been building since the day you were born
I wonder what hurts more
Knowing that you failedor knowing that you never tried
to get to know me
I am no Saint
You were always second best at lying
hiding behind your imperfections
All you know is what I give you nothing more
You've been hiding behind this for far too long now
You lost yourself you fake
I am no saint just a sinner
willing to admit his sins.
How do you fucking like me now
The truth is sometimes I make myself sick
I don't know how to love anyone except myself
The truth is you've always made me sick
you're never satisfied
and don't even love yourself
How can you love anyone else
if you don't even love yourself
Why do I have this constant urge to ruin other peoples happiness
Is it jealousy
or lack of confidence
You were always second best at lying
hiding behind your imperfections
All you know is what I give you nothing more
You've been hiding behind this for far too long now
You lost yourself you fake
I am no saint, just a sinner willing to admit his sins
I wonder what hurts more
Knowing that you failed or knowing that you never tried
to get to know me
I am no Saint

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