Sometimes it seems like you're never enough,
your shortcomings stand out like black on white,
and your impurities get the best of me.
You only pretend and try to hide your true feelings,
you always make me want to go the other way,
and your fakeness gets the best of me.
You can never be real and honest with me,
you just have to tell me the truth about everything,
and your lying gets the best of me.
You just aren't ready for a relationship,
you try to hide behind some type of fake love,
and your immaturity gets the best of me.
You act like you live in a fairytale book,
you have to close the cover soon,
because I stopped believing in fairytales a long time ago.
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